All stories are a work of fiction. The characters do not exist, except in the mind of the author. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It is funny how people always say, “Look upwards to the ceiling when you are about to cry, and the tears wouldn’t fall.” She tried, and decided they lied. The welled up tears filled the eyes, as she reminisced on the last hug he gave to her. Dramas, they seem to be a reflection of how life truly is, don’t they? Who would have thought that simplicity would be the most challenging to achieve? A reason to smile was all she wanted now. ---------------------------- “Laverne! All dressed up for what event tonight?” A colleague teased, as he walked past her seat to his. “LOL! No where!” Laverne smiled, chuckling to herself whilst texting away furiously. Time has never passed so slowly, as she counted each minute and second to the end of work. Some say it is love, when the heart skips a beat at the sight of his text message, and blushes just at the thought of the times spent together. The phone vibrated once again. “Hey sweetie, ready for our date tonight?” he asked. “Hmmm, date? Where are we going?” she replied, “are dress and heels fine for the location?” “Don’t worry about the attire. I would carry you when you get tired.” “Nah, you wouldn’t. An elephant would weigh you down!” “Try me.” ----------------------------
Romance is sweet, at least it is when it first started out. They held hands and chatted under the starry skies, looking far out at the sea before them. The twinkling stars and whisperings of the crickets were lost to the young lovebirds though, as they held gazes. The chill settled in as the night deepens. She shudders a little and rubs down her arms, attempting to chase away the chill. “Feeling cold?” He removed his blazer and placed it around her shoulders, wrapping her tightly. The musky scent of his cologne lingered in the warmth radiating from the jacket, enveloping her. She hesitated, “But you would be cold then.” An arm smoothed over her back, beneath the draping jacket, and pulling her closer to him. He leaned over her shoulder, hugging her around the waist. He blew warm air on the soft spot behind her ear and whispered, “Now, I won’t be cold.” Brushing hair away from her nape, he settled against her neck and closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet floral scent. ------------------
SO GOOD! Its gonna take awhile until i learn how to write like this hehe I love it! More~~
Malady dar! Thou is a glorious writer. Thine hath never seen such beautiful writing before. Thous depth of skill continues to amaze thine.
The glow radiating from Laverne was not lost amongst her friends, families and colleagues. All were anxious to know updates of her relationship status. She basked in the soft fuzzy feeling from within, and was certain something magical had to be happening around her. “Nutty Berry drink for me,” she placed her orders with the waitress. “Such a sweet drink? I thought you had always favored bitter coffee!” her close friend, Joelle, exclaimed, “Sighs, the things love does to a person.” Laverne smiled nonchalantly, shrugged, and pouted, “Well people do change, all the time too!” The two girls sipped their drinks and chatted away, the sweet sounds from their laughter drawing curious looks from passers-by. ---------------------------- As weeks passed, the initial sweetness was gradually losing from their relationship. Work and life caught up, he said. Messages and dates lessened between them and routine settled in. Morning greetings, lunch reminders, night wishes. She took all of that in, after all, he was a busy man and she had a life to lead too. Still, she missed the initial cuddly feeling. Picking up the pen he gifted to her, she wrote a letter, hesitating slightly, and hastily swiped off the tear that had fallen. Swallowing hard, she slowed her breathing and muttered, “I am no crybaby. And this is certainly nothing to cry about.” She finished the letter and placed it in a sealed envelope, between the pages of a thick book. Laverne texted him, “Free for dinner tonight? How about trying out my cooking? She busied herself, lugging back bags of groceries and ingredients for the dinner. She turned up the music, chopping up the onions and shrooms, and caramelizing them in some heated butter. Trying hard to ignore her phone, she left it on the dining table and continued preparing dinner. She grilled some steak and left the sauce in the pan, ready to be poured over the meat once he arrives. She watched the soup carefully, determined not to burn any, and stirred in the caramelized mixture into the chowder. Finally ready, she set the table, and sat down, taking a deep breath before picking up her phone. ---------------------------- “Hey baby…” ----------------------------
“Look baby, I know it has been difficult on you, but I have been recommended for a promotion lately, and you know how stiff the competition is.” “Ya.” “No, honey, you need to understand this. It’s the breakthrough I have been waiting for. This is all for our future!” “Yupp.” She swallowed hard, forcing down the welling lump of disappointment. “Think about the condominium we saw the other evening. That would be ours in 3 years! Would you wait for me while I complete this project?” “Sure, don’t forget your dinner.” “I know you are the understanding girlfriend I ever had. Thank you my dear. Look…” She interrupted, “I am tired. Goodnight.” Laverne stared at the spread of food ahead of her, lit the tall candles and watched the flames flicker in the dark. Softly, she whispered, “Happy Birthday, Laverne. Happy Birthday to me…” and allowed her tears to flow freely, hitting softly on the table. ---------------------------- The next day, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to her office. She took the flowers from the receptionist, and ignored the excited murmurs and discussions. Laverne toyed with the soft petal of the tinted pink rose, and picked out the card. “Have you lost your smile? Promise me that you would keep smiling the way I loved you to.” Signed, your love. Tears welled up, threatening to fall once again. She smiled, clutching the flowers tightly, savoring the sweet scents. ----------------------------