Roselyn

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Vintage Publishing
Something I wrote quickly. Please don't judge. Thank you :)

Submitted: July 25, 2017

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Submitted: July 25, 2017

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My sweetest Roselyn—I have hurt her immensely.

And as I lied on my brother’s bed staring aimlessly at the popcorn ceiling; it dawned on me.

How could I be so foolish?

How could I have doubt this woman who has been nothing but wonderful to me?

I am embarrassed—

What an idiot I was.

I needed to tell her that I loved her like I never have imagined I could ever love someone.

I ran as fast as I could to get to her. I stumbled on the slippery road, bumped in some people along my way, but nothing stopped me, nothing distracted me.

It was urgent, vital to enlighten her about my feelings and the power it had over me, but as I opened the door to that crummy apartment, where we spent most of our days, made most of our memories, I soon realized that she was gone.

I was sure, as sure as the sun will shine tomorrow and that my days from here on will turn to nights that I was never going to see her, again.

Could I live with that?

Do I even have a choice?

And so I turned away, closed the door to this magical apartment and walked away.

As I stepped out of the building I saw the ambulance rushing and police cars racing by. I hear the commotion and people on the sidewalks standing still, pointing somewhere.

I approach the scene but there are plenty of people in my way.

“Excuse me, what’s going on?” I ask a woman with tears in her eyes.

“An accident—the car came out of nowhere and hit her”, she managed to say in spite of her state of shock.

“Who?” I asked to no avail.

I saw the white bicycle mangled on the pavement. A bicycle I recognized very well. I approached even closer, moving through the crowd.

And she lied there, flat on her back, so helpless.

Her jeans faded and stained, her laced blouse almost undone.

“Roselyn!” I screamed and ran to her.

“Sir, step back, paramedics are here”, a policeman stopped me.

“No, she’s…” I was unable to continue my response. But I suppose he must have figured out I was close to her, for he granted me the access.

I kneeled on the floor. My heart is racing as fast as ever.

“What happened to you?” I whisper.

I touch her face very gently and I notice her hand in a fist and so I uncurl her beautiful and delicate hand…

I see a positive pregnancy test that she carried.

I immediately broke down, I became inconsolable.

“Roselyn, please wake up!” I cried.

“Sir, please, you have to step back”, I hear them say to me.

“Roselyn!” I kept calling.

Paramedics approached, and checked her vital signs. I saw them look at each other and one of them shook his head.

“No, please, help her!” I begged.

“She’s all I have”, but by that point I was already a broken man.

Today—a few months later, I am not even the shadow of the person I was before. I walk these streets feeling empty, always carrying around this hole in my chest that’s not even deep enough to drown neither my scorn nor my guilt.

She’s gone—and for all it’s worth, my life left with her, too.


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