14 June 2012
There in her beautiful, pale hands, was the diary he gave her the first time they went out seven years ago. She held his right hand tightly, and handed it to him on his left. After that she spoke.
"I'm really grateful, you know. No one-- not even my father, has ever loved me the way you did. It's time I give this to you back."
She finished, now trying to fight the plethora of tears, which was ready to trickle at any moment. The boy drew her, and embraced her for the last time. He moved slightly and with his free hand, he touched her hair and ended at her cheek. She closed her eyes, wanting to preserve the moment into a lifetime.
"I would never leave you." she said at last.
He kissed her gently, feeling the warmth of her small, thin lips for the last time, and finally, let go.
They both turned around, parted ways, and neither looked back.
The following morning, as the boy opened his eyes to the blinding rays of a beautiful sun, he remembered the diary. Still feeling weary from all the crying, he pulled out an old velvet diary, which was handed to him the night before. He unfastened the leather that bound it, turned the first few pages, until his name came into view.
--Cliff Grisset. "Your love will always be contained in my heart, and your soul, in the most unfathomable corners of my mind."
He dolorously flipped through the next entries, the oldest dating back from when they first met. In her own handwriting, she wrote her experiences with him, her incredible feelings even at his slightest calling of her name. She wrote vividly, leaving each entry perfect, and indeed, heartbreaking.
After reading the entries from the last seven years of their blissful relationship, he made it to the back cover. Before closing it entirely, he spotted an improvised envelope which was placed inside before the back cover. He opened it, and a jade necklace, the very first thing he had given her along with the diary fell into his lap. He immediately held it, baffled, and peered into the contents of the envelope. He slid his hand, and took a small paper, folded into four. A picture was attached to it and looked at it for so long before he began to read the note.
"My dear Cliff. By the time you're reading this, I might not be reachable. Don't worry okay? Because wherever life takes me, at least I'm happy I've had someone as great as you to keep. You will always exist in my mind, and in here. I miss you, Cliff. See you soon."
He cried harder, and realized he had never cried for anyone like this in his life. Lachrymose, was definitely before him.
He studied the picture again, and fixed his gaze on the girl wearing white hospital gown, her brown hair still glowing despite her paleness. Her hands were placed on her heart. She looked at him back, her face, perpetually preserved in a smile.
A Plethora of Tears • Opuss № I