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Fantasy story, complicate love story


Submitted:Feb 4, 2008    Reads: 81    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I could not sleep. I hear breaths in all the night; As if someone was sleeping beside me. The walls came closer and closer on me, until I felt the blocks on my chest. Suddenly, I jumped and told my sister:" I'll go home." "At this hour!" she screamed," you are crazy!" I insisted.

Streets were almost empty, dark, cold, and dangerous. As soon as I have opened the door of my home, Jasmine jumped into my arms." Oh, my dear girl, I miss you." I put her food in its dish, but she smelled it, then came back to my lap, put her head on my breast and meowed.

The house was warm even there was no fire. I went to bed. Jasmine slept too. In my dream I hear a sound repeating:" God Bless the house..." Really, I was frightened.

I told my sister next day:" My home has a spirit." "You are crazy," she replied, "I can not sleep anywhere else, I feel its warm, and its smell too is so lovely. I like this house too much, and can not stay long in any other place." "That is because of your nice memories, don't forget; you have spent in this house your best years with him."

Two years now since he had left, but I still feel he is here in every spot. His toothbrush is still there in the bathroom, his perfume bottle, half-empty, is on the laver roof. His wards' echo still can be heard in the rooms. I remember his wedding party, and the first time I saw the girl he has married. She was young and pretty, blonde-haired person, and has green eyes. He danced with her happily; she was like a butterfly in her light green dress. I have bought him a bunch of white Lillis; knowing that he likes this flower. To congratulate them, I stepped up the few stairs, which covered with a red carpet, giving him the bunch; I saw his eyes, which I had adored for nine years. He looked into mine with pity. I do not need his pity; I know he had loved me honestly, but we had to separate. We had agreed upon this matter, he shall marry, and I will travel aboard to complete my studies, believing that I am still so young to marry.
Therefore, now I will leave within two weeks. However, can I?

My friends invited me to a good-bye party, lately at night, she told me: "You must stay this night with us; it is too late to go home." "Yes, I will."
Two years ago, he had attended with me a similar party, we had danced all the night, and between his arms, I always felt calm and safe. "I wish we could go on for ever!" he whispered in my ears." But we can not, you know we can not" I resisted, "You are crazy! You love me!" said angrily. I laughed, "Yes I do, but there are many things else I like to do in my life." Trying to explain. "I want to marry; I want to make a family." "Good, go on, do it." He became nervous, but he held me between his arms all the night; and I fell in deep sleep, feeling calm and safe.

One of my friends waked me few hours later "you was screaming, a nightmare?" "Oh, sorry, no, It is my home, it is calling me to be back." She looked at me strangely "Are you mad, to go home now! Few hours and the sun will rise then you can go!" "No, just now, I cannot stay."
This night too; the walls were breathing in my ears, the sound called me to go back home.
Opening the door, Jasmine jumped to my arms, licked my face, "Come to bed my girl" Jasmine used to sleep under his feet; he used to play with her in the morning, "You know, you two share something" "What is it?" "My love!" I laughed merrily.

I postponed my trip for many days, until it was impossible to stay any more. I take Jasmine to one of my friends "Please take care of her, don't let her go out" "Ok."
I rent a home in a strange city. The first night was so hard. The house was cold, and I hear the sound all the time, day and night. I thought; I will be used to it, I will be used to the new city and the new house, also I will bring another cat to live with me. Nevertheless, every night it became more difficult. The walls of the new house come closer and closer on me; they are on my chest; I cannot breathe,
?I cannot bear any more, I cannot sleep for one minute.

I believed that houses have souls, in a way. My old home has a soul, a very soft, tender soul. Moreover, it is still calling me every night, Jasmine too, I had dreams of her; meowing sadly.
So, Again, I packed my things.
I take the first trip home, straight to my friend house, "It is incredible! You are back! Surely you are crazy!" "Where is Jasmine?" I asked immediately. "Sorry dear, Jasmine had jumped out of the veranda two days ago, sorry for that, but I did not find her anywhere."

I went home, opening the door, Jasmine Jumped to my arms. I was sure I would find her there, just like me; she cannot live out of this house. Sure; we share something. Yes, it is his love.




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