Eyes Journal 4 (Pastiche)

But Charlotte began to question Love. Love, that silly creature with the powerful grip who lived locked in the hearts of school girls. The one who hides in the darkest corners of the ally, lurking in the shadows. Why does love need to hide, why do people spend their lives searching for something so vague and unreliable? He perches in a nest with a view of the horizon. He flies back and forth, east to west, swooping up dreams along his way, clutching them in his mighty talons. Been making these rounds since long before skyscrapers blocked his view. She wouldn't be surprised if she stumbled upon one of these forgotten dreams, torn and fallen from his sharp claws lying on the New York sidewalk. She was intrigued and skeptical too. Oh, Luke! He had to realize all of this was so utterly irrelevant. She had tried to talk him out of it, but, boy, was he was stubborn. These men were luxuries for a short time, but they didn't last. He would just twirl her around in his arms, like some ridiculous movie, buy her something that glitters, and they'd live happily ever after. That's what he thought. But the world had taught her differently, she knew better. And imagine if it hadn't! She'd be another poor girl living out fantasies that belonged in children's books, only to have them snatched away by the cold, stone city. Some women were so naive, leaning on men when in this modern world it's no longer necessary, like PDA's or Dial-Up internet. Still, from somewhere in the darkest corner of her heart, lurking under all her fears, was something that felt like a flutter, brushing against a brick wall.