Mood: I feel like writing a short story.
God. Today's test was total $#&^$*^% <--- You have to insert your own cursing thingy here.
Ahh! I have this sudden surge of inspiration. Like it pinch me on the cheeks! So here it goes.
Entitled
Désolé. [It means Sorry by the way.] (but it's in english.)
January 25th, 2011, Midnight
"I wonder how could I sit here on this bench in this freezing weather and cry while not having my tears frozen into mini ice balls. God. I just miss her so terribly. In a weeks time, I'll most probably be on the flight to a foreign land to start my new life. Even thought I know she can't possibly follow me, I secretly wish she could." Johanne sobbed as his freezing cellphone turn warm from the conversation with Anthony.
"Fret not, brother. Just leave and have no regrets. Move on if you should there's nothing worth valuing. None at all. Should you..." He was cut off.
"Look, I have just so many precious memories with her that I simply do not wish to let go. Even if I could, I don't want to. She's just so..." Johanne took in a deep breath to keep his tears in. He's eyes are swollen as it is. Trading sleep for crying is never a good idea.
"We'll just talk another day. I'm absolutely exhausted." Johanne touched the End Call icon on his phone and slotted it into his pocket, together with his cigarettes. He got up to his feet that was asleep, now tingling, and limped his way down the empty streets when he felt his phone vibrate from a text message. He opened it and it reads,
As much as I don't want you to leave, I really can't help but let you leave. Don't worry. I won't forget about you neither should you.
Upon reading the text, his warm tears flowed down from his eye sockets and trickle down his rosy cheeks, leaving a warm trail that turned cold in an instant. He slot his phone back to it's original position and for the first time in the past week, he smiled bitterly.
He was home and scanning the radio and he paused at this station that was playing, "My Immortal" by Evanescence. How much he wish she could come with him. Oh how much he's dying for her. If only she knew how much she meant to him. If he could turn back time, he wants it at a place where he had known her before her boyfriend had. He wants to be the one that tugs her in to bed every night and rub her back when she's having a backache. At the thought of it, he involuntarily weeped. Knowing that he had never been actually loved before, he had made up his mind. He will leave this godforsaken place.
January 26th, 2011, Morning.
For the first time in eight days, he woke up from a slumber. He dragged his weary body and swollen eyes to the basin and looked into the mirror and looked eye to eye with a man so terribly broken that even superman would turn his head away. He was, as he thought, just simply beyond hope and only leaving would be his key to a happier life. He had decided that today, he shall go to school and pretend everything is alright, like he always do.
After washing up and having a cup of coffee as opposed to a hearty breakfast (with coffee, of course.) that he would usually enjoy before departing, he slipped into his shoe and slowly slipped the key into the keyhole and turned it. The noise made by the key in contact with the grooves inside the lock were suddenly extremely audible and very distinct. One by one, he heard the teeth in line with the groove and the lock clicking open was so audible that it could wake a drunk man from his sleep, or so he thought.
He walked ever so slowly to the nearest subway station with a cigarette lighted in his mouth and there came a couple. Young in their teenage year cuddling and kissing. He turned away lest he wants to be seen with tears trickling down his face.
And there was another, and another. God must be teasing him, he thought. He shrugged that idea off and hurried to the train station and boarded the train. He sat down and open his bag and took out his book titled "A Time Traveller's Wife." by Audrey Niffeneger. He wondered why every character in a book will end their story with a loving wife or husband while he has to seek his romance so far away. He would never know. He has been lonely for far too long, he always said, no matter how many scandals he had engaged in in the past, he could never ever find that tender feeling he has been yearning for.
And there he was. The college he attends and the very place that he know her, befriend her, fall for her. It is not exactly his favorite place in the world. He dragged his weary feet up the stairs knowing that the lift is out of order and he found an empty slot and plops down at the sit and rests his head on the dusty, smelly table. He must have fallen asleep because the minute he some how sense (or smelled) her arrival, he sat up and stretched his neck like a giraffe. She was happy. He was not. But he puts on that mask he hand always put on, even though it is becoming worn out.
They smile and chatted like everyday and deep in his heart, he cried because he knows that they will be apart and most probably, they will be apart forever. For the first time, loving had lost its meaning.
Lousy ending, I know! But that's the best after a long day in school!
xoxo
Alfie.
