Prose, 2005 — Another short story for this Friday post. A little trivia: back in 2005, I used the nom de plume First Class Fool. I heard it in a Joss Stone song and I thought it appropriate for my teenage self, being as I was unwittingly foolish at the time with the subject of love. Aren't we all though? Like the previous prose post, this one starts a bit sad but picks up towards a happier ending. I think this was me projecting my want of a happy ending for myself in my writing.
The One I Want
She
hurriedly ran towards their meeting place – that grove in the park
where they would always meet back when they were getting acquainted with
each other. She ran faster now, knowing that he wouldn’t wait for long.
She nearly tripped as she came to a stop by the trees. He was standing
with his back facing her. He was looking up the night sky, up to the
moon. She didn’t know how to approach him. She didn’t even know if he
wanted to talk to her. But she had to do it. She had to talk to him and
let him know how she truly feels.
“Richard?”
He turned then, and her heart nearly broke at the sight of him. His blue eyes looked so sad – like he’d lost somebody… like he’d lost her. “Marie?” He sounded incredulous. It was as if he could not believe she was there. He opened his arms wide then and she came rushing into him. They embraced tightly, sinking into one another.
They withdrew from one another, and like before they looked up the night sky and up the moon. There was a peaceful silence then, and for a moment they were content. They were standing with him behind her, still embracing.
He spoke then, “How did it go?”
She stiffened a little, hesitating whether she was going to tell him what had happened. She had gone to a party where her sister and her fiancé, Brian, were the celebrants. She had decided to go to see, if there was still something left in her heart for Brian, to whom she was once in love with, but once Brian saw her sister, Elizabeth, he had clearly fallen love at first sight with her. So Marie stood in the sidelines watching their love grow and feeling so thorn apart about it. Until she met Richard.
Since she met him she smiled more often than not. She laughed. She learned how to have fun again. She was happy. But still there was a shadow of doubt lingering in the back of her mind and in her heart. So she went to the party just to see, and now she was here, with him, ready to take the first step in moving on.
“How did it go?” He repeated.
She was still quiet. He started to let go of her. “Look, if you don’t want to talk about it…”
She turned to him. “I do want to talk about it! It’s just that I –”
“You what?” There was a hurt look in his eyes and she knew she could not deny him any longer.
She placed her hands on his cheeks and lowered his face so she could kiss him softly on his lips. She hugged him tightly and proceeded to tell him what exactly happened.
“I saw them together.” She began. “They were happy and all I could think about was –”
“How you should have been the one with him instead of her?” he supplied spitefully.
“No!” She exclaimed. “That’s not it, Richard.”
“Then what?” He said, his tone rising. “I mean when we first met all you could talk about was Brian and your whole heart ache!”
“No…” She said, placing a hand on his cheek. “I saw them together and all I could think about was you and how happy you make me. All that I’ve felt for Brian before – they are all gone, and all that’s left in my heart is you. I don’t want Brian… I want you.”
He kissed her then. Holding her tight as if he was afraid she would disappear at any moment. “I’m glad…” He whispered. “That you chose me.”
“I love you.” She said. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”
“I love you too.” He whispered back.. “Be with me?”
“Forever…” She whispered.
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“Richard?”
He turned then, and her heart nearly broke at the sight of him. His blue eyes looked so sad – like he’d lost somebody… like he’d lost her. “Marie?” He sounded incredulous. It was as if he could not believe she was there. He opened his arms wide then and she came rushing into him. They embraced tightly, sinking into one another.
They withdrew from one another, and like before they looked up the night sky and up the moon. There was a peaceful silence then, and for a moment they were content. They were standing with him behind her, still embracing.
He spoke then, “How did it go?”
She stiffened a little, hesitating whether she was going to tell him what had happened. She had gone to a party where her sister and her fiancé, Brian, were the celebrants. She had decided to go to see, if there was still something left in her heart for Brian, to whom she was once in love with, but once Brian saw her sister, Elizabeth, he had clearly fallen love at first sight with her. So Marie stood in the sidelines watching their love grow and feeling so thorn apart about it. Until she met Richard.
Since she met him she smiled more often than not. She laughed. She learned how to have fun again. She was happy. But still there was a shadow of doubt lingering in the back of her mind and in her heart. So she went to the party just to see, and now she was here, with him, ready to take the first step in moving on.
“How did it go?” He repeated.
She was still quiet. He started to let go of her. “Look, if you don’t want to talk about it…”
She turned to him. “I do want to talk about it! It’s just that I –”
“You what?” There was a hurt look in his eyes and she knew she could not deny him any longer.
She placed her hands on his cheeks and lowered his face so she could kiss him softly on his lips. She hugged him tightly and proceeded to tell him what exactly happened.
“I saw them together.” She began. “They were happy and all I could think about was –”
“How you should have been the one with him instead of her?” he supplied spitefully.
“No!” She exclaimed. “That’s not it, Richard.”
“Then what?” He said, his tone rising. “I mean when we first met all you could talk about was Brian and your whole heart ache!”
“No…” She said, placing a hand on his cheek. “I saw them together and all I could think about was you and how happy you make me. All that I’ve felt for Brian before – they are all gone, and all that’s left in my heart is you. I don’t want Brian… I want you.”
He kissed her then. Holding her tight as if he was afraid she would disappear at any moment. “I’m glad…” He whispered. “That you chose me.”
“I love you.” She said. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”
“I love you too.” He whispered back.. “Be with me?”
“Forever…” She whispered.
This has been a Friday post brought to you by The Purple Madhouse.
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