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Love You, Forever - Short Story

10 August 2010 9 Comments

love you forever Love You, Forever   Short StoryIt does not matter now, she thought. Nothing does. She will close her eyes and everything will disappear. The world. The tears. The pain. That was what she hoped for, that was what she believed in, that was what she had never tried before. Because if she tried and it didn’t work, she would have nothing left to have faith in. Because if she closed her eyes and the pain were still there, she would be broken. She would be destroyed. Ruined. Quashed.

But today she was ready to take that risk. Today she wanted to stick to that little hope that everything might be if not fine, but at least okay. Today she wanted to close her eyes. So what if there was a good chance that she might be knocked down and broken into pieces. How did it matter if nobody cared? How did it matter if even she did not care?

Suddenly she noticed his picture on the table. It was an old one. She realized that she didn’t remember when it had been taken. Five years ago? Six? She didn’t know anymore. She didn’t care anymore. She didn’t want to know. Should she close the eyes now, she wondered. Let herself be drifted to the world of illusions, to the world where she remembered the pictures’ dates. Where she actually didn’t need pictures to look into his eyes.  Where she just did not need any pictures. Because he would be there.

She wanted to close her eyes. She really did. She hoped to see him in the world of her fantasies. She wanted to ask so many questions. She wanted to talk. She wanted to stay silent. She wanted to feel his presence. To feel his love. To feel him. To be with him. She wanted to stay there. For good. She wanted to close her eyes and never open them. No, she didn’t want to die. She only wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to dream. To hope. To live.

It was his birthday today. It was his first birthday after that car accident. It was his first birthday after the car accident that had changed their lives. It was his first birthday after thecar accident that had killed him. It was the first birthday. Damn it! She thought. It is the first birthday.

She didn’t ask “why” anymore. The time of questions had long passed. She did not cry anymore. Not in the day at least. And she did not smile anymore. All she wanted was one simple thing - to close her eyes, to disappear, to vanish. All she wanted was to live. With him.

Should I close the eyes? She asked. Silence. Of course, who would have replied to her? She was all alone. Wrapped by the blanket of loneliness. Stuck in the darkness of grief. Losing herself in an agony of silence. She was alone. And he was alone too. Somewhere. Maybe in another world. Maybe in the same one. Love like this does not end, she thought. Not this way. Not here. Not now. It just can’t end. It is not supposed to. It can’t. But he was not there. She knew that. She just was not ready to accept it. It didn’t feel right. It was not right. It was not…

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A moment later she was smiling. He sat on the bench under an old oak tree. She sat down next to him. She didn’t say a word. Neither did he. They didn’t need words. They needed each other. And all they had to do was to close their eyes at the exact same time. And they did.

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This was this week’s Tuesday Love Ramblings. You can read more of them here.

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9 Comments »

  • THREE said:

    Oh the interim phase of grieving-to-acceptance… OK I’ll take a break from making a comment about the psychological aspect of grief (I think I might’ve done that too many times this week elsewhere). Instead, I’ll tell you how much I really like the way your signature simple, short sentences are used to create short accumulating bursts of emotional impact in this type of storytelling. I like that. I’ve also used this style in one of my fiction writings (slightly different genre though). I found it’s very effective even though it looks simple.

    I also like the way this short piece in the end concluded on “just going for it”, on doing what she wanted to do, enough of the “why” questions and reasonings and consequences. And of course, the much-needed “living for the moment” experiences (albeit fantasies) which truly give meaning to “living”. Nice one, Lena :)

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    The Colors Magazine

    I have found this one today in my gmail drafts and could not really remember when I have written it and why it feels so sad for me to read it.
    I am using this type of sentences somehow very often, maybe because they have some special impact on me, who knows. But in the end I hope they have same impact on readers too.

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    THREE

    @The Colors Magazine, They definitely have a strong impact on me. Like short staccato bursts, or even bullets of a machinegun hitting me right in the chest one after the other — excuse the violent imagery, but that’s just the way this style works on me. (Let’s think of them as ‘emotional’ bullets then) and I really like that effect. :)

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  • sushma said:

    OMG!Nice one!
    Nice twist! The last para gave a sigh of relief!
    U write greatly!
    More TLR’s pls :) sushma´s last blog ..Someone…- You…- IF… My ComLuv Profile

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  • Leo said:

    oh yes, sometimes the mind just transports the thoughts to near each other.. liked the ending most, the narration was good too J :) atleast, this was what I understood of the post.. hope I was close :D
    its good to see TLR back!
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  • Reenie said:

    Nice story…

    I like the ending… it’s sweet and yet so sad.
    Reenie´s last blog ..Colour Contastic My ComLuv Profile

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  • rupam said:

    Just read the story. It’s nice.

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  • harini said:

    THat was SO beaautiful!
    *wipes a tear*
    harini´s last blog ..My peep-toe fiasco My ComLuv Profile

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  • Chicago Hummer Limo said:

    That’s a nice story.. It made me cry..

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