20 June 2012
I love the idea of writing to music, and having a 'soundtrack' to each section of work. So, just to try it out, this section is not only very long, but it's soundtrack is 'Riverside' by Agnes Obel. For the first part, it's the Lulu Rouge Remix, and for the second part, it's the Piano Sessions. Tell me what you think!
-NATE-
PART ONE "Baby?" I said, pushing the door open that was slightly ajar, and walking slowly in. "T where are you?" I said, poking my head round the corner of various rooms: the kitchen looked clean, and uninhabited, the large living area looked serene like a show home. "Tiffany where are you?" Amongst all the cleanliness, it was easy to spot the stray piece of paper, so I bent down to the middle of the wood floor and I picked it up. "Follow the roses x" it read. I looked around and couldn't see any roses, or anymore notes. Was she going mad? I contemplated for a second then erased that silly thought from my mind. I carried on pacing around the ground floor of the house, and just as I was contemplating checking the two upstairs floors, I felt my feet being dragged towards the deck. Perhaps it was fate, trying to bring Tiffany and I together, but whatever it was, it guided me to the delicate scattering of rose petals. The sky was blue-turning, but the hints of pink that were present in the sky were absolutely beautiful. They were all that remained from the sunset that had mesmerised me on my way home, and in this setting the pinky whips of thin clouds were defying the murky blue of the evening sky. I couldn't help but feel this was true of us: defying the events that have occurred over the past two months or so. As I neared the end of the trail, it diverted quickly down the side of the jetty, down to the small, creaky step that lead down to the beach. I hopped down from the jetty, knowing it was only a metre or so, as I knew that step was going to give up the will to live if I stepped on it many more times. I followed the trail along the beach for five metres or so, and on one of the small mounds of sand, I saw Tiffany. She was reclining on a rug, surrounded by cushions that I recognised instantly from her bed, and in the centre was champagne and my gift. She looked gorgeous, she always did, but tonight she'd applied makeup in a noticeable fashion. Her eyes looked bigger, as she'd applied white gold eye shadow, and the perfect amount of liquid eyeliner. Her hair was elegantly tied back in a bun in the centre of her head, and had other pieces of her hair twisted into it. Her dress was flawless, but surprising. It was long, but as she was reclining it had risen up her shin slightly to reveal her toned and elegant legs, and some very high black heels. The dress was a powder pink colour: blush, I think Mollie referred to the colour as. And the cut was simple and straight. There was a black ribbon sash about 2 inches thick that ran around her slim waistline, and the sweetheart neckline showed off just enough skin to be sexy, but not too much. When she noticed I'd arrived, she sat up slightly, and pulled her dress back down. I realised before long that I'd been stood still for a little too long, admiring her and her work, so I stopped and walked the final few metres towards her. "This looks so beautiful" I said, "and so do you". I leant across to kiss her on the cheek.
PART TWO "Here" she said, handing me my present. First of all I opened the card. My mother always told me that opening the present first was a sign of greed, but she couldn't exactly talk. I looked at the front cover of the card and immediately noticed it was handmade: on the front was a sketched image of Tiffany and I. I knew the photo she'd copied well, as it had been on Tiffany's wall in the art department for the whole of this year. It was expertly drawn, using graphite (which I knew was Tiffany's favourite medium), and it perfectly captured the blossoming love between us. Underneath, she'd written in an expert hand "Who knew". I looked up at her and smiled. I knew what she meant, and her reciprocating look showed me she was glad. I peeled open the card and read the inside: "Nate, I don't think I can make it clear enough how sorry I am for ruining your first birthday. And I know you'll look me in the eye now and tell me that I'm being stupid, but I'm not, so don't bother. I know we've been through some ups and downs, and this relationship may have been quite short so far, but believe me when I say that I have never been happier. I sometimes think its hard for me to really put into words how much you mean to me, and I'm starting to now think that I love you doesn't cover it. You are my world now, and that isn't just because we share a home. You've sacrificed so much for me, and I can't thank you enough for everything that you've done for me. You feel like my first, because you were the first person I loved; but also my last, as I hope that I will never have to find another man. Partly because I never want to leave you, but partly because I don't want to have to compare him to you: he'd never win. I love you Nate Cole, always have, always will. Happy eighteenth Tiffany xxxxx" I looked up at her as soon as I finished reading. "Don't look at me like that, I find it so embarrassing when people read my work in front of me!" she said, blushing a little. I edged over to her, still holding the card in my hands. I came really close to her, so I could feel her sweet breath on my face, and I caught her eye. I looked deep into it, and I brushed her flushed cheeks, banishing the blush from them, and I kissed her. It was a soft and delicate kiss that said all that needed to be said. She closed her eyes, and when I drew my lips from hers they slowly opened again. She took a deep breath in and exhaled again, in such a delicate fashion. I stayed this close to her; I liked it here, and whispered to her. "Why aren't you wearing white?" She looked across at me and explained simply and faultlessly, quoting from the Bible "When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as I child. But when I grew up, I put childish things away" she said, her voice strong and faultless. "What's changed?" I said, intrigued by this girls intelligent train of thought. "What you offered me today was exactly what I want, and in order for that to happen, I have to leave my naivety and my whimsical nature behind. White is also a symbol of a void; a lack of something. With you, and with a child, I can't see myself ever having that void again" she said, looking across at me. "My god, you're so intelligent" I said, kissing her on the lips in the same way I had done before, but it was slightly quicker. She looked across at me and smiled, handing me my present again. It was wrapped in maroon and white, again another display of her superior intelligence. I looked across at her and smiled, making sure she knew that I knew. When I opened the gift it was a single blue box, with a white ribbon tied around it and bowed at the top. I gently teased the ribbon out of its bow, noting the brand, and the rest cascaded down the box onto my knees. I flicked open the top of the box to reveal a simple pair of cuff links. They were white gold, I could tell instantly without needing to look at the brand. And as I pulled one out of the velvet cushioning it was wedged into, I noticed the symbol on them. The symbol looked like an elongated figure of eight, but I knew that wasn't what they were. This was the sign of infinity, a universally recognised sign that symbolised something lasting forever. In this context, I knew exactly what that thing was. I looked up at Tiffany to realise now in this low light that she too was wearing the same symbol around her neck, on a simple white gold chain. "Tiffany?" I asked, not knowing whether I was now referring to the brand or my girlfriend. "I mean, is it Tiffany?" "Yes it is" she replied, as I leant in to kiss her. "You know what two infinities makes right?" she asked me. "Looks like you're stuck with me" I said, smiling and leaning in for a kiss. She put her hands in either side of my jaw, and held my head there for a second. "Mmm I could think of worse people to be with" she said, as my mouth enveloped hers; creating an unbreakable bond, that I knew could never be destroyed.
Love You Too: PART EIGHTEEN • Opuss № I