Love is a flying catastrophe and humans are the moving targets. It’s a crucial thing, yes, but it’s what makes us soldiers in battle.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRFb2HmZnFn
To see the one you love in such a terrible state earns you a hole in the heart without a shotgun. The emotions delve in too deep, it fills in all of you at once that an earthquake breaks you right at the center.
Anna doesn’t deserve to suffer such pain. She’s so young, so damaged. Sometimes I wonder if I could really bring back her shattered pieces. I wonder if it’s possible to love someone so much they could live forever.
Love makes miracles. That’s what I always believe. We humans posses that ability to create them—to shape them. We are capable of making miracles happen because we have the capacity to hope—a capacity for hope.
I watch her sleep tight in the soft lullaby carried by the wind. Her eyes shut like the curtains from a window and I fear I’ll never see the palest blue of her eyes. I can’t bring myself to sleep because I made it a habit to count her breaths. If I get a hang of a hundred I look away to the clouds that inhabit her room. They dip down so low I could touch them. There were no rainbows though, only calligraphic words on her walls lined up to the ceiling. Her room tells a lot of her. Things that she only knew that I haven’t unraveled yet. My only opponent now is time. But I’ll be a runner and I’ll get in the race.
***
Heaven didn’t go back to school.
I have counted the days with my fingers. I miss her with every beat of my heart and each passing day; it choked me to think that when the time comes she’ll leave me, the days will be as lonely and blank as this.
My feet have its way of making me feel like I’m a robot possessed in my own body. It leads me straight to Anna’s house. That old, faded, pink Victorian house that houses a flower that blooms in the state of melancholy.
I found her sitting at the staircase of their front porch, writing on her notebook. She looked up at me when my shadow touched her. I suddenly felt like Peter Pan had come to take Wendy away to Neverland where all things are okay and time stood still.
She blinked twice at me as if to make sure if I was real. I can’t help but bit back a smile.
“Why are you here?” she asked, startled. She closed her notebook as she turned her full attention to me. “Did something bad happen?”
I shook my head. “No. I just feel sad and suddenly my world is in need of you.”
Her worried face melted away in a soft smile. “You just want to know if I still remember you.” I stiffened and she rolled her eyes skyward. “Yes, I still remember you. Tall boy with very dark hair and big blue eyes. Yeah, I do. Very well. You’re Dominic Savio. You’re a Music Major but you have a talent for over prying on people. Your tenacious attitude makes you very annoying but I love you.” she raised a flirty eyebrow at me. “Am I correct?”
I cannot hide a grin. “Yeah, it’s me. And I love you too.”
She snickered. “Are you always this articulate?”
I shrugged. “Only when I have to.”
Her smile vanished and she looked at me as if I’m too expensive for her to have.
“You see something you like?” I asked her teasingly.
The edges of her lips lifted up in a tentative smile.
“I see something I can’t have.”
I outstretched my arms out wide. “But you do have me.”
“I know.” She sighed. “Every time I look at you reminds me of that. It’s like I’m falling in love with you all over again.”
I smirked at her. “I must be that charismatic.”
She finally laughed. “Yeah, right. You’re the only love I’ve known. It’s by default. And the worst part is, I think it’s gonna be hard to forget you.”
We let words slip into silence as we stare at each other’s eyes. There’s a certain understanding there. One that someone should feel when they’re in love.
I nodded at her notebook. “What are you doing?”
She looked down at her work and then back up at me. “Writing a story.”
I invited myself to sit down beside her. “What is it about?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Dominic Savio intrusion.” She smirked at me but when she looked down at her notebook her smile disappeared with the wind. “It’s about a girl who knew she was about to die. She wanted to keep silent. She wanted to keep it all to herself. She wanted her life to just end. But then there’s this boy—a very persistent boy,” she turned to look at me. The blue of her eyes made me think of the skies when they’re all gloomy it looked close enough to be grey. “he came into her life and their story began.”
“I like the sound of that story.” I said.
“Me, too.” She sighed. “But I bet the saddest person in the whole wide world could make thousands of people cry in one tale.”
“Like your story.”
“It will have a very colorful book cover to hide away the very sad tale of my story.”
I looked down at her notebook and I took her hand in mine. “How will their story end?”
She squeezed my hand gently as she took me into the weight of her eyes.
“We both know where this will end. But please don’t be a Romeo when the time comes, ‘cause I’m not a Juliet.”
I snickered and she frowned at me.
“What?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Everything’s just wonderful about you.”
“Even the broken parts?”
“Your perfect imperfections.”
She chuckled. “Oh the stories that I’d write when I’m with you, Dominic Savio.”
I grinned at her. “Oh the songs that I’d write for you, Anna Marie Heaven.”
She smiled sadly. “Write your way back to me.”
I tilted her chin up and I planted a kiss on her forehead. I cupped her face with my hands and I leaned my forehead down to meet hers.
“Anna, as long as I’m here, our story will remind you. I will remind you. Over and over again. Our love will serve as your memory. You have me.”
She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. When she pulled away, her eyebrows creased at me.
“Dom, what are the beans for?”
My mouth fell open with no words at all. I stuttered instead. “I—it’s—it’s for you.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “For what?”
I pointed at my temple. She lets out a heavy breath as she took the pack of beans that I laid on the floor beside me.
“It’s very nice of you, thank you, but I cannot eat them.”
I gaped at her. “Are you allergic to these babies?”
“It’s not that.” She tucked some hair to her ear. “Did you know that some ancient Greeks won’t eat beans?”
“No.” I said stubbornly. “Why?”
“Because they believed they were contained with the souls of the dead.”
She threw back the pack of beans at me.
I huffed at her. “But you’re not Greek. You’re British for the love of Queen Elizabeth!”
She crossed her arms at me.
“So you’re not gonna eat it?” I asked and she shook her head. “Seriously?”
“Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.”
I sneered at her. “Okay.”
“Okay?” she looked surprised as I pull out my main purpose. I handed it to her with love.
“An invite.” She looked up at me and I winked at her. She started reading the invitation.
“It’s on Friday.” I said. “I hope you’ll be there.”
“It’s your recital.” She beamed at me. “Of course, how could I forget? I won’t miss it for the world.” she pulled me into a tight hug. I pulled her closer and I rested my head on her shoulder.
“I love you, Anna.” I whispered to her as I buried my head on her neck. “Please don’t forget.”
I felt her intake of breath. “I love you more.”451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoGtGtnfsHR
