this is a sad story, about a guy who lost his love, and later he found a new girl he fell to her, but he decided to remain faithful for his old dead love
Sun was dying, flowers were closing, a tear has dropped of his eye, his arms were shivering while they were holding her, in sorrow he was stunned, in pain he was helpless, in blood he was covered, his love he has lost.
He looked to her eyes while death is suffusing, a smile was drawn on her sweet lips, her eyes were saying “no sorrow, I know that you somehow will keep my soul deep inside your heart”, he started crying like rain with no stopper, he closed her eyes, carried her to her new home.
It was a shinny day, skies where clear, like a deity wishes to watch that holly scene of black gathered around that sacred heart getting buried deep down the yard, it trying to catch breathe he was standing, silent, calm, with no tears like nothing ever been but from the inside he was a volcano spoiling his anger around, like a lake of sorrow, like a tinny stick in it’s weakness he walked back to the mountain, looked up the skies to see them both in the moon, he saw their moments together wishing no more second alive, to be there with her, in heaven or hell, it doesn’t matter much to him, we went down the mountain back to his house, entered his room and fell on the bed remembering her.
She was like angels sent for love, like a song written by the hands of god, she was to him like the sea to the fish, like flying to the birds but she is gone, she took with her every last desire to breathe, no more hunger he feels, no more happiness he needs, she was his friend, love and family, they are all gone now leaving him nothing but sorrow and tears.
In hesitating steps he walked to his office, he opened a drawer, grabbed a knife and he was starting to cut his wrest but a conversation started to play.
“my love, I’m coming to you”
“do you think that’s what I admire, you too loose your chance of making us living together”
“nothing can be called life since you left”
“but you can make me live with you “
“in your dreams, my love”
“that can’t be enough”
“dreams can be true if you kept dreaming”
“I can’t “
“listen to my soul in your heart”
He through down the knife and fell down on his knees crying, his hand went to his pocket and lit a cigarette, that one really burning he felt, but he felt like to the burn he is in need, he went to living room, sat on the chair and silently started to drink wine, questions strongly were shaking his mind, how he going to live without her? How can he eat? Drink? Walk? Breath?, his mind was never that unstable.
Early next morning he grabbed his shirt, he went out to the streets, watching the people, the stores, the cars, everything was depressive like the whole city is doomed with her death, he went to a café and ordered a cup of coffee to have it with his cigarettes, and he started thinking what he should do?,
He remembered her love she was spreading among the people, the joy she was giving to everyone was sad, he decided to be a backup for all who is in need, but he had a promise to himself, her and the world, to live lonely keeping his love certain for her.
He called his friends, asked them to meet him and when they came he started hearing their problems and tried solving them, he felt joy in every passing second like she was right next to him sharing him her ideas, he kept like that for months, finding his pleasure in helping others in the day time and dreaming of her in every single night.
Few months later, while he was in the same café, waiting for one of his friends to come, he stayed alone for a couple of hours thinking about her, his friend walked in with a girl, she was amazing, she was the girl that can make the beauty suicide from jealous, he looked at her like he is in magic, they sat together, they talked, he felt her soul purity, her heart full of kindness, like the god made her out of pure love, he hopped he can take her and flee but the idea got immured inside him with pain when his friend came close to him and told him that they two are now in love, his heart got broken for the second time, he left the place and went to the sea side, walked on the shore, he remembered his love, how can he cheat her? He went home and couldn’t forgive himself, he felt like a cheater, a backstabber.
In the next day he went again to the café as usual, like it was a daily habit, he sat on the chair and ordered the daily sacred coffee, he opened his laptop and continued writing his new novel, he kept writing and writing until the rope of his thoughts was broken by this sweet pure voice was saying “hi”, he looked up to that pretty face of his friend’s new girlfriend, he said “hi”, she sat beside him and called the waitress for a drink, he closed his laptop and turned to face her, he was speechless, he never saw as sweetness as hers, he watched her taking a sip with her thin beautiful lips, he looked away trying to get rid of this desecrating thoughts, wishing that she leave, in the same time he was wishing that she stays with him, he felt lost and confused, when she talked she was like music gently sneaking inside his ears, when he looks at her it was like magic capturing his mind, he couldn’t stand it anymore, he can’t cheat his love, or backstab his friend, that’s his concepts, he refused the concession of he loving that new girl.
Few months later after many meetings she liked his personality, his way of thinking and his faith to his old lover, she felt like that’s the guy she wants to be with, one day while they are sitting together in that café, she told him that she wants to break up with her boyfriend, he was shocked, he tried to stop her from that, but they both got confused of this action, he was supposed not to stop her, in that time she started to speak frankly and directly asked him if he likes her, he was shocked, but he said “ no, I’m in deep love with you, but we can never be together”
“why? Cause of your friend?”
“no, cause that’s not what it’s meant to be”
She was about to ask him another question but he cut the conversation by walking away, carrying with him his sorrow and tears, he went up to the mountain of doom, remembering that he is and will always be the doomed lover.