'I Remember You'

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

'I Remember You'
An original story Created and Written by Payton Gilbert

‘I Remember You’

 

AN ORIGINAL STORY

CREATED AND WRITTEN BY

Payton Gilbert

 

       
   
 
   

 

May 21st, 2022

 

How does someone feel when they bring a storming havoc upon themselves- an entire world of green and blue all overshadowed by a desaturated heart? The 21-year-old Athena Maslen, laying with her long brown hair and gazing at the stranger of a man next to her with her emerald, green eyes, could tell you. The man’s long black hair, as simple of a detail, comes as a reminder, a hint of resemblance to the many things making up a particular person. Joseph Semia, a handsome, loving man, with his smooth shaved face and that rocker-style long black hair, all coating his beautiful, life-filled dark brown eyes. If only he were here. If only he could be the one laying naked next to her instead of this jack off nobody. He would often tell her “What’s that little shine in your eyes? Hope.” Well, this cold, jagged world doesn’t have any left. Even on the warmest days with the happiest of neighbors, a dark, cold, blue cloud follows her, keeping tabs on that poor, poor heart. One would think that drinking, sex, and even attempting to move on would cure this illness, but that’s not the case. Every day brings a sliver of reminders as hints of Joseph are seen in other people in the streets, sheets, or out in a coffee shop or liquor store, whether it’s their slight features of resemblance or their warming smiles.

As the months go by, working weekdays at a local grocery store helps make the funds for dozens of bottles of alcohol, which are enjoyed on those nights as well as the weekends. However, Athena is the only one accompanying her room in the ‘Forever Engraved’ apartment complex, so many nights are spent drinking, having men over to fuck, laying alone in the quiet, or mindlessly doing mundane tasks. With a massive city and millions inhabiting the surrounding buildings, such a busy and crowded place can feel like a flame slowly burning out until all is left is a puddle of wax and the scent of smoking feelings. Oh, but what memories linger in between the moments of structure and white noise? Only that of blurred focus, missing priorities, and a black hole to consume all the negativity and fuel it towards the heart. If only there were a cure for the turmoil which lingers in the mind, and if there was a way for a love to be brought back, no pain would dig as deep or last as long. Unfortunately, hope seems like that of a joke to Athena, becoming convinced that all of her efforts are for nothing. There are millions of men in the city, many of which could be potentially great gentlemen and have the unique ability to find that little spark inside which few are able to discover. But in this world, a good man comes only a few times throughout life, and the opportunity may slip by or become chalked up as yet another failed attempt at happiness.

A few days later, the star-stricken night brings forth an ocean of shining planets and a ray of mocking hope from the big white moon. The elevator ride makes the incline in altitude feel more corrosive and her stomach sink down. Why must her room be so high, almost touching the jester of happiness known as the heavens? What a fucking joke. After the ding of the elevator and the giant metal doors draw back, Athena steps out and proceeds down the hallway. At the very end, she grabs her keys from her purse, unlocks the door, and slugs inside her room. Shutting the door behind her, she turns around to latch the lock and makes way to the kitchen for a post-one-night stand snack, she glances at the balcony and stops. Freezing in her place, he bright green eyes are locked on the figure of a man leaning up on the balcony rail guard overlooking the city.

Athena

“How the fuck did you get in here?... I need you to leave or I’m going to call the police.”

The man chuckles, straitens his posture, and turns around to look into her hypnotic gaze.

The Man

“Do you ever feel like people are just fallen angels? Picked from the bleakest nightmares and thrown over here, to a broken, blue heart.”

Stepping closer, Athena is taken back… it’s Joseph. His pale complexion, long hair blacker than the night, his smooth, defined, shaved face. But it’s impossible, even at the familiarity of this calming, coarse voice, it’s fucking impossible.

The Man

“And you, dear, seem very bleak.”

Athena

“I don’t get it.”

The Man

“What isn’t there to get, Athena? Your wild life and sorrow is the result of problems that are your fault, anyway. You’re the reason why that heart feels as blue as the ocean. You’re the reason why Joseph is dead… drink or fuck your problems away, it won’t bring him back.”

A sharp coiling of sorrow comforts itself around Athena’s beating, empty heart. A tingle around her eyes and a flutter in her stomach all make this man’s words dig even deeper. Bringing her fist back, she moves in to hit the man, but where her knuckles should have made contact, her entire arm phases through him. The man hits Athena on the back of the head, sending her to step back and fall onto the couch.

Athena

(Sitting up)

“If you’re not him, what are you?”

The Man

“That, my little fuck up, is none of your goddamn business. Why do the dead come back to haunt? Why do memories linger and drag us down?... Because no soul goes without torture.”

Athena

“If I were religious, I’d say you’re just some figment of Satan’s pleasure. But you don’t get that much credit. I’m sorry for thinking more of you.”

The Man

(Chuckling)

“Look at you, goddess of love- seems like someone doesn’t need liquid confidence when they’ve got balls as big as yours. However, I remember how you felt when it happened, how it felt to see that scrawny little man shrivel up.”

Athena

“Shut the fuck up.”

The Man

“And you, dear, what did you do? What did you do to stop him from walking onto those tracks and drink more than he should? What did you do to save his soul?... Not a thing.”

Looking away, Athena closes her eyes and attempts to drown out the strangely specific and personal fixation on what happened with Joseph, but it fails. Not much strikes the young woman on such a sensitive degree, but whatever this manifest is doing seems to be working. It seems that not all problems can be forgotten, not every horror can be strayed from, and not every tear can be covered with makeup. Sometimes, one must stand by and watch the horrors of the world rather than look away as if nothing is toxic in nature.

The Man

“Oh, how he screamed… how he cried your name… how he left you alone in this doomed, atomic world. It’s funny, how a feeling can return even though the source is dead. It’s not there to hug, not there fuck, to comfort, to walk with, or to love… so why bother? Why bother holding onto something that can no longer hold on again?”

Athena

“I… I can still love the memories.”

The Man

“The memories? The memories of an angel? You can love the memories of walking down the street with him, holding his hand, seeing that exciting gleam in his eyes, or you can move the fuck on. Besides, what’s to say your plagued mind won’t become victim to itself with another man?”

Athena looks down at the hardwood floor making up the living room and dining room, the tingle behind her eyes trembling. Clenching her teeth, her eyelids close as the floodgate of memories comes back, a glimpse back at all the memories and irreplaceable feelings shared with Joseph. How many nights they shared in this apartment, how many laughs were shared and drinks were toasted. How the good things in life aren’t fully captured until it’s far beyond their occurrence. And this man in front of her couldn’t be a reincarnation of her taken love, outside of his dickhead attitude, dead eyes, or decaying sense of empathy, but because a goodbye was said long after his last day with her.

Athena

“If only you knew, Johnathan…”

The man squints his eyes and tightens the clench of his jaw.

Athena

“If only you knew what it would be like to spend a decade with that of which you love and watch the world slowly decay. Not the world of which we feel, but the uncertain future of just one beating heart.”

Reaching for Athena’s face, his hand phases through her skin and skull, somehow latching onto her brain itself. He clenches the slimy, tangled texture, which causes a great deal of pain for Athena. Her entire body trembles as she looks to this stranger in a familiar face. Over at that left eye, a single tear emerges and slithers down her cheek.

The Man

(Smiling)

“What’s that falling from your eyes?... Hope?”

 

 

The End

Of

 

‘I Remember You’

 

Created and Written by

Payton Gilbert


Submitted: April 04, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Payton Gilbert. All rights reserved.

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