ORIGINAL: Fast Forward
Summary: the beginning and the end
Word count: 748
About the story: Originaly, this one was just a snippet (Spring), written after a highly emotional giddy outburst caused by falling head over heels for someone. Some time later, Bonfire was added to it after one highly unecessary, and probably very traumatic, experience after the love story was over.
Spring
Standing at the train station at the dawn, I'm thinking about how the winter has turned so vicious this year. I exhale and my breath forms a cloud of mist in front of my face that lingers, and then simply disappears. The time is freezing up slowly as well, it seems. Seconds seem to pass slower and slower until they completely stop and I have a feeling that those five minutes past six will never come and I'll be left standing here at this train station, forever.
I shove my hands down the pockets of my coat and I try to burry my neck deeper into the collar and the scarf around my neck in attempt to keep warm. I could so easily wait in the adjacent coffee house or on the inside of the station where it's crowded and warm. But I want to see her the first second she hops off that train. I want her to see me first thing as the train halts to a stop at the terminal. She'll smile and I know it. Her eyes will sparkle in the awakening of a new winter day. The time will thaw off completely in that moment and the seconds will start racing wildly again.
Like a schoolgirl, I fight the urge to smile for myself. On the inside I’m letting out a delighted squeal that she’d tease me for if I ever confessed it to her. In the distance I can hear a rumble of the train’s wheels against the rails and almost instantly a loud voice booms through the speakers on the terminal announcing the arrival of the intercity train to its final stop.
It’s loud - the toot of the train’s horn - but my heart seems to be louder than any noise right now.
Only a second later, a completely abandoned terminal is flooded with the river of people descending the train and for a moment I’m worried if I’ll be able to find her in this throng around me. My eyes bounce from one passenger to another, I crane my neck to see over the heads of people blocking my view and then, there she is. Slowly stepping off the train, she smiles and thanks one of the passengers for helping her with her luggage. I start pushing my way through the crowd, not minding the comments I receive from the people I absentmindedly push aside. She sees me, I guess, because she stays in place, putting her bag on the floor and keeping it standing propped against her knees.
The crowd disperses when I come closer and I stop myself a few feet in front of her. We stand there for a minute, silent, almost like strangers, until she smiles at me and quietly says hi.
Why do I have a feeling the spring has suddenly arrived?
Bonfire
Five feet away from me, she lies in the arms of another. Just like the forbidden fruit; I'm not allowed to touch her, not allowed to taste her. I can only lie on my back and stare at the ceiling, listening to the mix of the nightingale’s song and her slow breathing.
Every cell in my body is awake, my chest heaving with apprehension. My head is filled with god knows what anymore. I take in a deep breath and the damn air all around me smells like her skin. I can feel her all over the sheets, the bedspreads and the pillow my head is resting on. And I can’t stop myself from thinking what in the god’s name did I need this for.
But then I close my eyes and remind myself that hopefully all of it is for the best. Even if it worked, it wouldn’t have worked out at all. It’s best to splash a cold shower on a devouring flame and put it all out in one throw. I do not wish to struggle over this anymore.
I want to be able to look at her, to smile and have her smile right back at me. I’ll miss the closeness and the bond we once seemed to cherish, but it’s so obvious it was never meant to be.
I’ll save the letters. I’ll smile at the thought of the two of us once together. Surely I’ll miss her apricot flavored lips that from now on will always belong to another. I’ll dream of her every so often and I’ll never tell a soul.The end.
Word count: 748
About the story: Originaly, this one was just a snippet (Spring), written after a highly emotional giddy outburst caused by falling head over heels for someone. Some time later, Bonfire was added to it after one highly unecessary, and probably very traumatic, experience after the love story was over.
Spring
Standing at the train station at the dawn, I'm thinking about how the winter has turned so vicious this year. I exhale and my breath forms a cloud of mist in front of my face that lingers, and then simply disappears. The time is freezing up slowly as well, it seems. Seconds seem to pass slower and slower until they completely stop and I have a feeling that those five minutes past six will never come and I'll be left standing here at this train station, forever.
I shove my hands down the pockets of my coat and I try to burry my neck deeper into the collar and the scarf around my neck in attempt to keep warm. I could so easily wait in the adjacent coffee house or on the inside of the station where it's crowded and warm. But I want to see her the first second she hops off that train. I want her to see me first thing as the train halts to a stop at the terminal. She'll smile and I know it. Her eyes will sparkle in the awakening of a new winter day. The time will thaw off completely in that moment and the seconds will start racing wildly again.
Like a schoolgirl, I fight the urge to smile for myself. On the inside I’m letting out a delighted squeal that she’d tease me for if I ever confessed it to her. In the distance I can hear a rumble of the train’s wheels against the rails and almost instantly a loud voice booms through the speakers on the terminal announcing the arrival of the intercity train to its final stop.
It’s loud - the toot of the train’s horn - but my heart seems to be louder than any noise right now.
Only a second later, a completely abandoned terminal is flooded with the river of people descending the train and for a moment I’m worried if I’ll be able to find her in this throng around me. My eyes bounce from one passenger to another, I crane my neck to see over the heads of people blocking my view and then, there she is. Slowly stepping off the train, she smiles and thanks one of the passengers for helping her with her luggage. I start pushing my way through the crowd, not minding the comments I receive from the people I absentmindedly push aside. She sees me, I guess, because she stays in place, putting her bag on the floor and keeping it standing propped against her knees.
The crowd disperses when I come closer and I stop myself a few feet in front of her. We stand there for a minute, silent, almost like strangers, until she smiles at me and quietly says hi.
Why do I have a feeling the spring has suddenly arrived?
Bonfire
Five feet away from me, she lies in the arms of another. Just like the forbidden fruit; I'm not allowed to touch her, not allowed to taste her. I can only lie on my back and stare at the ceiling, listening to the mix of the nightingale’s song and her slow breathing.
Every cell in my body is awake, my chest heaving with apprehension. My head is filled with god knows what anymore. I take in a deep breath and the damn air all around me smells like her skin. I can feel her all over the sheets, the bedspreads and the pillow my head is resting on. And I can’t stop myself from thinking what in the god’s name did I need this for.
But then I close my eyes and remind myself that hopefully all of it is for the best. Even if it worked, it wouldn’t have worked out at all. It’s best to splash a cold shower on a devouring flame and put it all out in one throw. I do not wish to struggle over this anymore.
I want to be able to look at her, to smile and have her smile right back at me. I’ll miss the closeness and the bond we once seemed to cherish, but it’s so obvious it was never meant to be.
I’ll save the letters. I’ll smile at the thought of the two of us once together. Surely I’ll miss her apricot flavored lips that from now on will always belong to another. I’ll dream of her every so often and I’ll never tell a soul.The end.