4 July 2012
She was magnificent, she always had been ever since the day I saw her at my father’s funeral. Before I never really did believe in love at first sight, and for that matter i didn't believe in love since I was usually left in the cold white hands of loneliness. Strange I know to find a love when your father is being buried beneath layers of soil, and left to rot in a wooden coffin, but if it wasn't for the fact that he left me a fortune I would have never come to his funeral I just didn't care about him, and I doubt he cared about me. I did my best to even look grief-stricken, but I couldn't hide my boredom only a blind man wouldn't notice that I wasn't depressed nor for that matter even a little bit sad. Thirty minutes would pass by the priest still muttering the ritual of another passage to the afterlife. That thirty minutes became a hour, and weariness caught up to me quickly putting me a sleepless state.
Waking to the feeling of someones finger poking me I blinked. Quickly I sat up not wanting to be yelled at for my lack of respect. As quickly as I did this so as quick was a silent amused laughter from a voice that was as soft as snow. A few seconds past silence covering everything like mist. The laughter came again breaking the silence with a quite tone, and with it broke my hypnotic state. Turning my head what I saw would have made any man insane with desire. Standing before me was something indescribable just using the word angel would never be close to even penetrating the skin of a goddess. A girl who’s hair was silver as the moon, and long as the stem of a rose. Eyes like the sea at night, and a smile that was elegant, but had hints of both sadness, and youth. Without realizing it I kept blinking to stunned to believe that she was real truly I thought I had lost my sanity. “Sorry about waking you, but the funeral has been over for nearly an hour, all the mourners have left, and its time to leave the dead so that they to can mourn for the living.” The words echoed in my head, and without thinking I looked at her, and asked “Why would the dead mourn for the living?” her smile turned to a frown, and the glow in her eyes disappeared “Wouldn't you mourn for the ones who are forced to go through more pain. “Death is the end of everything, there is no pain, there is only numbness, but for the living pain is always there grasping on to our souls as tightly as a snake wrapping around its dinner” Her words shattered everything around me looking at the soil that held my father for a few seconds I felt pain, but it disappeared before I could truly know were it was coming from.
She reached her hand towards me the smile once again on her face. Hesitantly I reached out grabbing her hand, and getting out of the hard wooden chair. She stared into my eyes slowly letting go of my hand. I frowned hiding my face underneath my hands bothered by the thought of something on it, or maybe it was her eyes that bothered me her stare feeling both wonderful, and painful like someone was slowly digging their fingers into my soul. She laughed again, gazing her eyes at the sun that was slowly falling down the sky. “Would you like to get something to eat, I still have to repay you for waking me.” I said hesitantly. Without turning around she started to talk “In truth this is goodbye for now, but like the sun, and the sky sooner or later we will meet again when the night has ended.” With those words no other could be said as she walked away from me her touch still warm on my hands.
Day’s passed by the will already read, and my fortune already guaranteed, but there was no happiness for I so desperately wished to meet her again. My heart, no my entire soul became hers the moment we meant now it was like a part of me was on fire, and another frozen. I tried my best to hold on, I really did, but quickly I could not hold it any longer, I had to find her, to be able to listen to her strange words, and advise that so easily shakes my world. I ran out of my house stopping abruptly smacking my hand against my face, realizing that the world was big, and I had not even her name. Disappointment filed me, getting into my car, and leaving for the place I had met her were the richest dead could be in luxury in their tombs.
Like the service I stood by his tomb, and like the service, time was rushing by unaware of my existence as I sat on the grass. Strange as it seems even when I was at my fathers grave, no images of him when he was alive came in my head, no there was only one who kept appearing inside me, and like a broken record it was her. Sighing loudly I stared at the grass, the sounds of cars driving by filled the air, two birds gleefully playing together so filled with life they were that it even caught my attention. Laying in the grass I watched them play as though they were dancing in the sky, and how much I wished I was one of them. “I told you that we will meet again, however I’m surprised how soon” a familiar voice said. Turning around to her took my breath away. I never did realize what clothes she wore on the day of my father’s death to stunned by her personality, and looks which I have to admit I admired, was i able to see what she wore. However today I was able to see a cross dangled on her neck, her body dressed with the suit of a nun excluding the top piece, she was even more beautiful then last time. “Did you come to mourn?” she asked. Crimson rose on my face leaving warmth. “No not this time, actually I wanted to see you again, and sadly the temptation was to much so I came here” Laughing a little she stared into my eyes “Thanks for the honesty, but I knew that we would met again, your wings are chained just like mine”
Staring at her I tried to hide my happiness to be able to hear her strange confusing words brought comfort into my heart. At that instant the bird’s who may have been curious, but may have sensed my happiness darted down. Their wing’s touching my face gently darting above my head. “May I ask your name?” I said quietly. She smiled “My name is Serene”. We watched their dance, not talking, letting the silent tranquility wash over us, and letting time ignore us. Night soon came, the birds finishing their dance finishing with two spins still never leaving each other heading towards their nest, fulfilling their second part of their life. “I’m sorry to ask, but why are you wearing a nun’s outfit?” I said, still staring at the bird’s who slowly left my sight. “I’m the guardian of the dead, it’s my duty to take care of them, and this outfit is calming.” “Do you enjoy your job?” I asked. She frowned “Its a fulfilling job, but I’m always usually alone, you are different, you know of my loneliness, that’s why I’ve come to love you”
The happiness from before was quickly overwhelmed by this new sensation. Doubts poured in my mind like rain truly this wasn’t real, that it was even possible for me to fall in love, and be loved at the same time! Happiness covered my mind like a blanket covers a child. Then as though the emotions possessed me I grabbed her arms gently kissing her all so suddenly. She did not resist no she pulled even closer to me, her lips tasted like snow, and was just as cold, and at the same time warm. Minutes passed, but it felt like only seconds, slowly pulling away from each other, our lips no longer one. My senses returned crimson darted from my face, looking down at the ground. “I'm sorry about that, I couldn't control myself” She smiled grabbing my hand. “You should be sorry, for not letting me kiss you first” Chuckling I felt the pain of my past slowly fade away into the brilliance of light. We talked with each other through the night, going on intil 3 :am had passed, and dawn was slowly arising. The time I spent with her went on everyday, and everyday was just as perfect as the first.
Then on February 4th, 1990 I bought a wedding ring announcing my love to her, and my father we wed were we had met each other. Oh truly I was happy back then, and I had thought it would last forever, but reality eventually rips everyone apart. The beginning of the end appeared on the day my doorbell rang, strange as it seems since my family had no part of my life, nor did I have any friends. Taking her arms off me I left, opening the door stood my youngest brother, the one who although hates me, always comes to me when he’s depressed. His eyes stained with time, and tears I stood silent. “Brother...she dumped me..” Sighing I opened the door letting him in. I forgot to mention this, but my brother has been with the same girl since he was ten, and they knew each other since they were five. Always been best friends, and always bringing out the advantages of each other, while snuffing out the disadvantages, back then when my father was still alive I was jealous. Now only guilt remained as we talked through the morning.
Finally after three hours my brother no longer cried though pain remained. The sounds of footsteps broke through the endless cycle, as she walked downstairs wearing her work attire, a look that I’ve never seen before on her face. She rushed towards me grabbing my arm, and her eyes staring at him, as though she was the prey, and he was the predator. He unaware of her still to drowned in sorrow kept talking looking at me for comfort. Finally I was unable to handle him ignore her, grabbing his shoulder. “Brother I know this isn’t the best time for a introduction, but I’d like you to meet my love” He nodded a frown on his face. “So were is she?” he said looking around. I laughed “Brother she is right here” I walked towards her grabbing her shoulders. His eyes were that of bewilderment. “Brother...theirs no one their” I frowned the joke had gotten old, and her lips were getting closer, and closer to her chin. “Stop it the joke isn’t funny anymore!” I yelled. He looked frightened “Brother..please snap out of it, theirs no one in that chair” something snapped inside of me, like a twig when a car runs over
Broken Dreams And Shattered Light • Opuss № I