A Simple Love Story

Reads: 161  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's set in a place very much like ours except no one has to fight to see who is their soul mate.

Submitted: July 09, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 09, 2016

A A A

A A A


 

Even now I can still remember it. I can picture everything about that night, when it first happened. I was out in the city with some of my girlfriends. We were at some overpriced, over packed, very loud bar getting very drunk. It must have been getting close to two when my finger started to itch. Ever so slightly at first, and then with more persistence. Drunk, I paid no heed to it, until it began to turn into a painful burn of an itch. Looking down I saw the cause of this. On my left ring finger, a dark band was rising up from within my skin. It was faint, like ink that was almost completely washed away. An excited shriek left my mouth. I began to show my friends. Then there were many more shrieks of excitement, as this meant my soulmate was somewhere in this bar. They were close! Somewhere, someone in this bar was going through the same thing as me! We all decided we would look and find the person. As the night wore on we asked many people, but we didn’t find them. As the bartender kicked us from the building, Lucy mentioned that perhaps they were passed out and that’s why we couldn’t find them. We all laughed and agreed, but I still couldn’t help but feel a little bit disheartened at how close I had come to happiness.

The next day was a blur. Between the raging hangover and the disappointment of not finding my other half, my mind just simply couldn’t function. I had crashed at Joanne’s place along with my other girlfriends. They were barely alive as well. Raquel couldn’t even make it out of the bathroom. She spent the night sleeping with her arms around the toilet bowl like it was her lover. Thinking back on it, it was actually quite funny. The times we have when we are young. Even now they bring a smile to my wrinkled face. It may have been over sixty years ago, but they were some of the best times of my life. Young, carefree, and bursting with energy. Even in my dark times I managed and found some sort of silver lining.

Two days later, once we were fully recovered, I sent a group message out to all of them asking if we couldn’t go back to the bar that coming weekend. Knowing my preference for the local watering hole, and my distaste for the city, they were shocked. They questioned me and I tried playing it off. They all knew of course that I only wanted to go back to see if I couldn’t find the person who had activated my band. Once I had admitted they were right they all agreed. We argued when we should go. Last weekend we went on Saturday. Should we stick to that or go Friday? Finally I said that we should just stick with Saturday and hope for the best. So the days passed and then it was finaqlly the day! I spent more time than usual getting ready. I wanted to look perfect. I even had Lucy help me with my makeup (seeing that I only knew the basics at best). Before leaving I looked myself over. I looked completely transformed. Lucy had made my cheekbones more prominent, my lips fuller, and my eyes wider. They had helped me into a corset to help my figure and in a short skirt with very high heels, created the look of longer legs. I was absolutely blown away. In the back of my mind I thought of myself as a faker, a liar. Maybe they wouldn’t want me looking this way, seeing that I was mostly false. I shook those negative thoughts away. That wouldn’t happen. They would love me for me no matter what.

We showed up at the bar relatively early. Nine o’ clock, maybe nine-thirty. We danced and drank and waited. We got steadily more and more intoxicated and still the hours passed by with nothing. Before we knew it, the bartender was kicking us out once more. As we stumbled along the sidewalk, I realized that I never found them. I had checked each one who passed through the door and still, I didn’t meet them. Tears began to drip down my face. I could barely understand what my friends were shouting at me as I tried to run away. The tears began to flow more freely now and blurred my spinning vision. Falling from the lack of vision and the heels, my mind didn’t register the pain that had been inflicted onto my body. I kicked off the shoes, leaving them in the street. I couldn’t believe that I had thought my plan was a good one. I couldn’t believe that I was actually supposed to find my soul mate. Sobs ripped through me now, making me gag. I tried to wipe my face only to be met with black, red, and tan colored fingers. It was all the make up running off. At the time I didn’t even think of it. I panicked and began to claw at my face, only to be more fear instilled when a fake eyelash fell off. I couldn’t put it all together though. Between the alcohol, and the overwhelming sadness, my brain simply wasn’t working. All logic had been thrown to the wind. Suddenly, I found myself on a wide road. It was the highway. I simply began walking, snot, tears, makeup, and blood just covering. Thinking on it I must have looked like a nightmare. I’m still so ashamed that I left my friends and made them worry like I did. There was no one out on the road and I walked for what felt like forever. Time was just stretched out and seemed like it had stopped. I was lost within my own thoughts and inner darkness. Then it happened. A light began to shine around me. I was confused and stood there looking around me. I couldn’t find where it was coming from. Slowly I turned around and then I was met with blinding light and a loud noise. After that, it all went black and I remembered nothing. I later woke up in the hospital, my mother and father and little brother seated around the bed. I had been hit by a driver who was trying to get home after a long shift and had momentarily fell asleep. I never blamed him, not once.  

My family explained what had happened and wanted to know what drove me to the highway. Shamefully, I explained to them everything. I talked with the police, my friends, and the man came in. He was holding a tattered ball cap and was wringing it between his hands. He cried and held my hand. I told him it was fine and that it wasn’t his fault. He argued that it was, that he had ruined my life. I asked what he meant. I was feeling fine. The pain killers had numbed my body to the point where I couldn’t feel my toes. I remember every detail of his face when I had said that. His deeply tanned face turned a shade whiter, his dark eyes grew so wide that I could see all the blood vessels. His hands lost their grip on mine, and his unshaven jaw opened. He only whispered, “They didn’t tell you…”

It was then that I learned I was paralyzed from the waist down. No one had told me because I was unconscious for three days. They said that they didn’t want to break the bad news right away. They were just happy that I was awake and alive.

I managed. I learned to cope, to adapt. I continued on with my life. I never found my soul mate though. My band never fully darken. I was forever incomplete. At first I was devastated. In time I learned to move on and work through it. At least once a week, Joel, the man who had changed my life forever, came to visit me. At first it was a two minute visit to my parents who I had moved back in with. He would asked how I was and if I wanted to see him. I turned him down each time until six months after the accident. From there our friendship grew. We became close and he even helped me move out of my parents. Sixty years later, he’s even here in the same nursing home as I am. We are like teenagers, running around causing trouble. Neither of us ever found our soul mate. We never had our own families, just each other, and our friends. I suppose that was our family.

Joel was on his last few days. We all knew it was coming. One of the nurses had kindly wheeled me to his room and left me there so that he might not be alone. The priest had already given him his last rights that morning. He was ready and we knew it. The two of us sat in silence just looking out the window. My twisted fingers traced his unfinished band. A thought then passed through my mind and I asked Joel if he had ever been to the bar in the city, where my band had first been activated. He slowly nodded and said that he never spoke a word of it, but he was there picking up a drunk friend. He had entered the bar only to grab him. He then said that he remembers seeing me there with my friends. It was after he got home with his then roommate that he saw his own band had been activated. Our cloudy eyes met and the realization began to dawn. We wondered why didn’t they finish then? No it couldn’t be possible. Then I spoke it. I knew that after the second night at the bar that I had completely changed. I was no longer the same person, and neither was Joel. That’s why they never finished. Even with all that, we still managed to find each other. His hand shakily found my cheek. Struggling, he raised himself slightly and brought my wrinkled face closer. He kissed my lips, smiled and then laid back on his bed and closed his eyes forever, a smile still remaining on his face.

Even now I can still remember it. I can picture everything about that night, when it first happened. I was out in the city with some of my girlfriends. We were at some overpriced, over packed, very loud bar getting very drunk. It must have been getting close to two when my finger started to itch. Ever so slightly at first, and then with more persistence. Drunk, I paid no heed to it, until it began to turn into a painful burn of an itch. Looking down I saw the cause of this. On my left ring finger, a dark band was rising up from within my skin. It was faint, like ink that was almost completely washed away. An excited shriek left my mouth. I began to show my friends. Then there were many more shrieks of excitement, as this meant my soulmate was somewhere in this bar. They were close! Somewhere, someone in this bar was going through the same thing as me! We all decided we would look and find the person. As the night wore on we asked many people, but we didn’t find them. As the bartender kicked us from the building, Lucy mentioned that perhaps they were passed out and that’s why we couldn’t find them. We all laughed and agreed, but I still couldn’t help but feel a little bit disheartened at how close I had come to happiness.

The next day was a blur. Between the raging hangover and the disappointment of not finding my other half, my mind just simply couldn’t function. I had crashed at Joanne’s place along with my other girlfriends. They were barely alive as well. Raquel couldn’t even make it out of the bathroom. She spent the night sleeping with her arms around the toilet bowl like it was her lover. Thinking back on it, it was actually quite funny. The times we have when we are young. Even now they bring a smile to my wrinkled face. It may have been over sixty years ago, but they were some of the best times of my life. Young, carefree, and bursting with energy. Even in my dark times I managed and found some sort of silver lining.

Two days later, once we were fully recovered, I sent a group message out to all of them asking if we couldn’t go back to the bar that coming weekend. Knowing my preference for the local watering hole, and my distaste for the city, they were shocked. They questioned me and I tried playing it off. They all knew of course that I only wanted to go back to see if I couldn’t find the person who had activated my band. Once I had admitted they were right they all agreed. We argued when we should go. Last weekend we went on Saturday. Should we stick to that or go Friday? Finally I said that we should just stick with Saturday and hope for the best. So the days passed and then it was finaqlly the day! I spent more time than usual getting ready. I wanted to look perfect. I even had Lucy help me with my makeup (seeing that I only knew the basics at best). Before leaving I looked myself over. I looked completely transformed. Lucy had made my cheekbones more prominent, my lips fuller, and my eyes wider. They had helped me into a corset to help my figure and in a short skirt with very high heels, created the look of longer legs. I was absolutely blown away. In the back of my mind I thought of myself as a faker, a liar. Maybe they wouldn’t want me looking this way, seeing that I was mostly false. I shook those negative thoughts away. That wouldn’t happen. They would love me for me no matter what.

We showed up at the bar relatively early. Nine o’ clock, maybe nine-thirty. We danced and drank and waited. We got steadily more and more intoxicated and still the hours passed by with nothing. Before we knew it, the bartender was kicking us out once more. As we stumbled along the sidewalk, I realized that I never found them. I had checked each one who passed through the door and still, I didn’t meet them. Tears began to drip down my face. I could barely understand what my friends were shouting at me as I tried to run away. The tears began to flow more freely now and blurred my spinning vision. Falling from the lack of vision and the heels, my mind didn’t register the pain that had been inflicted onto my body. I kicked off the shoes, leaving them in the street. I couldn’t believe that I had thought my plan was a good one. I couldn’t believe that I was actually supposed to find my soul mate. Sobs ripped through me now, making me gag. I tried to wipe my face only to be met with black, red, and tan colored fingers. It was all the make up running off. At the time I didn’t even think of it. I panicked and began to claw at my face, only to be more fear instilled when a fake eyelash fell off. I couldn’t put it all together though. Between the alcohol, and the overwhelming sadness, my brain simply wasn’t working. All logic had been thrown to the wind. Suddenly, I found myself on a wide road. It was the highway. I simply began walking, snot, tears, makeup, and blood just covering. Thinking on it I must have looked like a nightmare. I’m still so ashamed that I left my friends and made them worry like I did. There was no one out on the road and I walked for what felt like forever. Time was just stretched out and seemed like it had stopped. I was lost within my own thoughts and inner darkness. Then it happened. A light began to shine around me. I was confused and stood there looking around me. I couldn’t find where it was coming from. Slowly I turned around and then I was met with blinding light and a loud noise. After that, it all went black and I remembered nothing. I later woke up in the hospital, my mother and father and little brother seated around the bed. I had been hit by a driver who was trying to get home after a long shift and had momentarily fell asleep. I never blamed him, not once.  

My family explained what had happened and wanted to know what drove me to the highway. Shamefully, I explained to them everything. I talked with the police, my friends, and the man came in. He was holding a tattered ball cap and was wringing it between his hands. He cried and held my hand. I told him it was fine and that it wasn’t his fault. He argued that it was, that he had ruined my life. I asked what he meant. I was feeling fine. The pain killers had numbed my body to the point where I couldn’t feel my toes. I remember every detail of his face when I had said that. His deeply tanned face turned a shade whiter, his dark eyes grew so wide that I could see all the blood vessels. His hands lost their grip on mine, and his unshaven jaw opened. He only whispered, “They didn’t tell you…”

It was then that I learned I was paralyzed from the waist down. No one had told me because I was unconscious for three days. They said that they didn’t want to break the bad news right away. They were just happy that I was awake and alive.

I managed. I learned to cope, to adapt. I continued on with my life. I never found my soul mate though. My band never fully darken. I was forever incomplete. At first I was devastated. In time I learned to move on and work through it. At least once a week, Joel, the man who had changed my life forever, came to visit me. At first it was a two minute visit to my parents who I had moved back in with. He would asked how I was and if I wanted to see him. I turned him down each time until six months after the accident. From there our friendship grew. We became close and he even helped me move out of my parents. Sixty years later, he’s even here in the same nursing home as I am. We are like teenagers, running around causing trouble. Neither of us ever found our soul mate. We never had our own families, just each other, and our friends. I suppose that was our family.

Joel was on his last few days. We all knew it was coming. One of the nurses had kindly wheeled me to his room and left me there so that he might not be alone. The priest had already given him his last rights that morning. He was ready and we knew it. The two of us sat in silence just looking out the window. My twisted fingers traced his unfinished band. A thought then passed through my mind and I asked Joel if he had ever been to the bar in the city, where my band had first been activated. He slowly nodded and said that he never spoke a word of it, but he was there picking up a drunk friend. He had entered the bar only to grab him. He then said that he remembers seeing me there with my friends. It was after he got home with his then roommate that he saw his own band had been activated. Our cloudy eyes met and the realization began to dawn. We wondered why didn’t they finish then? No it couldn’t be possible. Then I spoke it. I knew that after the second night at the bar that I had completely changed. I was no longer the same person, and neither was Joel. That’s why they never finished. Even with all that, we still managed to find each other. His hand shakily found my cheek. Struggling, he raised himself slightly and brought my wrinkled face closer. He kissed my lips, smiled and then laid back on his bed and closed his eyes forever, a smile still remaining on his face.


© Copyright 2017 S. Gardens. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

More Other Short Stories

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by S. Gardens

When Walls Come Down

Short Story / Fantasy

A Simple Love Story

Short Story / Other

Popular Tags