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A Rainy Friday Night in Manhattan

Short story By: personalstories
Romance



This short story is one of my best stories so far, and is about we should all appreciate life and not take anything for granted! It is a reminder that we should not give up the poeple who love us, but instead find a balance between dreams and reality. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!


Submitted:Sep 6, 2013    Reads: 139    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I waited for him at the corner of the street like I always did. It was a late Friday night; the clock had probably just passed ten. It was raining, but I didn't care. I barely noticed. To be honest, I wished I'd rather been out partying with my friends instead of meeting him there every week, but once I saw him showing up around the corner of the street, I couldn't bring myself to dream of a better night. And besides, the friends ship had already sailed a long time ago. I'd chosen to hang with him, not them. And if it was me to judge, I had a pretty damn good reason. He simply made everything perfect, the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way he kept me safe no matter where we were or what we were doing. What he did was never wrong. I knew, every single time I looked into his eyes, that it would be us forever. It was impossible to believe anything else. I didn't need anyone else when I had him, regardless if I had a choice or not. He would never let me down. The way he looked at me, and the way he always held my hand, assured me that he wasn't going anywhere. His lips against mine, soft and smooth, promised me that I didn't have to worry about being alone, ever. I felt lucky, having someone like him. I felt lucky, because I knew I didn't need a single thing except for him to survive. I could live in the desert with bread and water, as long as I got to stay with him. It was a crazy feeling. I hadn't even graduated college, but there I was, so completely sure of my future. He used to tell me no regrets, when I asked him about what we were gonna do. He never had an exact answer. He would just say "no regrets", and put his finger on my lips to make me stop talking or worrying. One would think not getting a real answer to a question asked over and over again would be frustrating, but hearing those words coming from him, made me relaxed and safe every single time. I didn't have to plan anything with him, because I knew that everything would be okay as long as we were together.

I was excited for a night filled with love, especially tonight. Friday nights were always so special, because we knew we wouldn't have to get up for something early in the morning. We could stay out and be whoever we wanted to be all night, and we wouldn't have to worry about a thing when we slept till dinner the next day. I don't know why I liked this weekend better than every other weekend. Tonight was busy, maybe even busier than other nights, but when wasn't Manhattan busy anyway? We lived in the busiest city in the whole world, but it never seemed to stop us from walking down the street with a coffee or an ice-cream hand in hand, like it was a quiet night with no traffic and no rush. Just me and him, not even a single person in sight. It was chillier that day, too. I was cold, but I think that was a part of the excitement. Because I knew once he saw me on the corner, he would grab my hand and make me warm in the blink of an eye. I remember I tightened my scarf as the wind blew my hair. People were walking fast past me, as if they were in a hurry for the most important night of their lives. I didn't understand why they would hurry. I knew I was more relaxed than ever. I started feeling sorry for the people rushing through the rain. They probably didn't have a loved one to wait for like I did. They all seemed to be alone, hopping into yellow taxis or walking into all kinds of different restaurants and bars. Maybe I just imagined it. Maybe they were only alone in my eyes, because I knew I would never be as happy as I was with him, single or not. I looked at the time again. It was fifteen minutes past ten. That meant he was late. But he always had a reason to be late when he was. I didn't worry. Waiting extra long for him was always a good sign. I knew I would see him across the street any minute, either with hot cocoa, or coffee, or an umbrella he just bought to keep me dry. I was excited to see him. I was excited to grab his hand, and kiss him in the rain. I was so overwhelmed with love, that anything he did would make me happy. And that is when I saw him. He was right there, across the street. I was watching him waiting for the street light to turn, as cars drove by, with two to-go-cups from my favorite café. I smiled so bright. It was about ten yards across the street, it was dark and it was raining, but I could see he was smiling too. I knew he was just as excited as I was to begin the night of our lives. It was raining more than ever, and everyone was rushing. But I was so still, and so was he. The world was moving, but it would always stand still when I looked at him. The street light turned yellow, and before it turned red he was already on his way across the street to meet me. I saw him get closer. Eight yards, five yards. It was pouring down, but his face got clearer and clearer for every step he took. I was thinking about how it was worth to leave everything I'd ever had behind, just to be with him. I was hearing the traffic rush, but yet it was still so silent. It was only him and me. I heard the common sounds of city traffic, horns were honking, sirens were heard from far away, and little did I know about the white car down the street that got closer even faster than he did. It drove so fast, towards the red light, towards him. I could see how the car got closer, but he didn't seem to notice. I panicked, and slowly his face expression changed. "Don't worry", he said. "I'm right here."

And so he was. He was so close, that I could touch him within seconds. But the car was closer. It was faster than him. It didn't manage to stop by the time he was within his sight. I tried to scream, but I was speechless. Not a single word or sound would come out of my mouth. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. He realized something was wrong, before he eventually saw the car. There was nothing he could do, and there was even less I could do, but stand there and watch it all happen. I heard the car hit the brakes, but it was too late. Seconds later he was lying on the street, not moving a muscle. His blood was flowing from all over his body, and I could tell he wasn't breathing. I'd seen my life flash before my eyes. I knew in that moment, that it was all over. Nothing mattered anymore when he was lying next to me on the street, entering another world. I had nothing else but him. I knelt down over his chest, and I could feel tears running down my cheek. A few feet away, I could see the cups lying on the street, while the hot cocoa was draining down the street along with the rain. I could still hear traffic and sirens and people and music from the city, as I was watching the hot cocoa helplessly. But it didn't matter to me. Within minutes, it was only the rain left next to the empty cups. And that is all there ever was.





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