Actually i've posted this story in the story vault but just in case anyone want to read this....please, be my guest.....If you want to read the next chapter then I will try to post it here but it's available in the story vault....
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Snowflake
Chapter One - Memories
Time: Sometime in the present - Location: someplace in your mind
\Prologue/
‘This relationship was doomed from the beginning. It will never work between you two. Why insisting something that will lead you to a brick wall? Why hurting yourself? Why Nick?’, tears started streaming from her eyes. She asked him with frustration filled her heart.
‘Doomed? Huh..’, he stroke her hair gently and smiled weakly but without a word he headed towards the door, he reached out and pushed it.
She stared at his back this time feeling tired and reckless, ‘You won’t find her. She’s gone’.
He stood still while one hand gripped the handle of the door tightly. he heard the words softly and instantly his heart jumped out from it place. He was patient enough to hold his feeling for years but this time he felt exhausted.
Anger took control of his emotions and it consumed all of his energy that he was afraid his head might blow up. But maybe, just maybe, if it really happened than he would not have to face this problem again.
But he swore that he would not give up, not in this lifetime. ‘I’ll find her’, he mumbled the words softly then left her in silent. She shook her head weakly and dropped herself on the couch feeling helpless.
How come she falls in love with a man who doesn’t love her in return? ‘You won’t find her, not in this lifetime and not in this world’, she whispered softly and smiled cynically.
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My thoughts - 1
….As if my life were shaven/-And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key/- And ’t was like midnight, some,/- When everything that ticked has stopped,/- And space stares, all around,/- Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,/-- But most like chaos,—stopless, cool,—/-Without a chance or spar,/-Or even a report of land/-To justify despair
(Emily Dickinson (1830–86).)
The poem was nicely framed and hanged on the wall of our bedroom. She loved Emily Dickinson and collected her book, it’s old and dusty now but I tried to maintain it’s shaped from time to time.
Memories, yes, that’s all I have now that still remains to keep me from loosing my sanity. The feeling of hopeless and frustrated that once consumed me slowly disappeared. Of course it was then replaced by loneliness and misery.
I traveled too far and had reached the end of nothingness. I missed her so much that I could no longer bear the feeling; trying and failing each time and in the end it didn’t matter.
The life that I had was merely a gift and a share.
‘Live on. Promise me that you’ll live on. Live on to share my part of life. See things that I can’t see. Experience things that I can’t This is my wish, will you promise me this?’, her words kept linger on my mind.
The day when she left me forever, I summoned all of my strength to stay conscious, to capture every single thing in my mind and crafted it in my heart so that I’ll remember it for life. Memories of her that kept me from insanity but now I realize that it has been slowly faded.
And like my life, it soon will be over. Do I have regrets? No, never. ‘Where will you be in a place without me?’, her last question that honestly I could never answer, but now I have it.
No, it wasn’t because I didn’t have the answer when she asked me that. No, because actually I had it all a long in my mind. The only place that I wanted to be was at her side, forever.
There’s no place in this world that could hold me back.
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He stood there under the three for God knows how long. Across the street there an ice cream shop with a lovely lady in her early 20’s serving the customers smilingly. He hardened his grip at the flowers and started to think that he was an idiot acting like this.
His eyes were fixed at her movements, not once he let this chance slipped away. The girl of his dream was there right in front of him and all he had to do was summoned all of his strength and confessed his feeling to her.
He finally made his decision and walked across the street. He reached the door’s knob and opened it. ‘Ouch’, a feminine voice screamed in hurt as she stumbled on the floor rubbing her forehead.
‘I am sorry. I…my fault’, it became a chaos in instant. He kneeled in front of her trying to help and felt guilty for what happened. He accidentally hit her when he opened the door carelessly.
The next thing happened when Cecil, his dream girl, walked towards him holding a tray filled with ice cream but she didn’t see him and again she stumbled and dropped the ice cream directly onto his head and also that lady’s face.
‘Woop’, Cecil stared at both of them with pale face. ‘Woaaaaaaa’, the lady screamed but this time in panic when she felt the coldness of ice cream hit her face. Suddenly he felt this was the most ‘unluckiest' day in his life.
Continued