The most contradictory night of my life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story about a woman who describes the treasured moments with her boyfriend, but all is not what it seems

There he was, John Akerley, the man who I was very fond of. He had a natural charming glow around his almost perfectly constructed jaws, which complimented the lighthearted celebration in his eyes. I could only smile as I stared at this handsome man. As he looked to me, his eyes and mine got tangled up in one another's gaze. He realised that his friends might notice soon and complain about him seeing girls on a "guys only" night. He concluded our moment with a wink and returned to his company of egotism and testosterone. When the night was over, he called me to hurry up because the cab was waiting. I ran over to the door and reached for the handle, but the chivalric Caucasian insisted on opening it for me. "Th-thank-you," my mind went blank when I stared at boring old me in John's pretty blue eyes. As we got into the cab, he started singing a song to me. He said he had called it :"How Come". For some reason he seemed to emphasize that it must definitely not end in a question mark. With my ears caressed by his beautiful voice, I didn't care about the cute nonsense he spoke for the rest of the night. At home we faced a mutual horror: Insomnia. It felt like the longest night of my life. When we finally settled down we got to speak some sense."Uh... Julia....Are you sleeping yet?" I heard his pure English accent from behind me."No, not yet" I replied "I just want you to know... everything that you did before you met me, that doesn't matter and I will protect you for as long as I can, okay?"I felt tears welling up in my eyes."Those words... " I took a deep breath trying to conceal my true emotions."You should have saved it for someone who deserves it." I was trying very hard to be humble because I did not ever want to lose him. "You should not think like that, Julia." "I can't help it!" I retorted, oblivious to how it might have sounded. "Don't worry Julia, I will piece you back together,"he said in a sort of helpless tone, as if he felt like he could not really do anything for me. Although I was very impressed that he did not call me some pet name, I was too drenched in tears to say anything further. The next day was a beautiful sunny Saturday, and despite the rough night we had suffered, in the morning I felt like a Japanese cherry blossom during the spring time. John said he had a surprise for me and I was anxious about it. But I trusted the sincere look in his bonny blue eyes. He had taken me to a Greek restaurant and told me that he loves me in Greek. He went on telling me about his new single and how he wrote it. Quite honestly I did not like that new single, I was zoning out. However later we got to discuss some very important things like the bills, replacing the shabby postbox that fell off from it's place a week ago and our plans for Christmas . There was something else that was very important that came up too. It was awfully quiet until John's voice interrupted:"Julia," he spoke as if he spat it out after a long deliberation with his conscience."You probably don't want children, do you?" Of course I want children! But I'm sure he really did not want to, since he is quite a number of years older than me. Been there done that... I guess he had a pretty long life to do these things and is tired of it now. When I went to bed that night I was still thinking of it, but the night passed very quickly and now it was Sunday morning. The church service was beautiful, despite my John's failure to at least drag himself with me. When I got home my parents were there. All the way from Yorkshire, it would be rather odd for them to be in London and I do not know of it. John was singing my favourite song as he entered the room and soon a string quartet accompanied him from what sounded like the dining room. He flashed a brilliant Tanzanite before me and after hearing my answer he wrapped his arms around my waist, gave me a peck on the cheek and started swaying me side to side with the quartet's graceful playing. When I woke up the next morning I felt like the happiest woman in the world and my heart was going to explode beneath my ribcage. The first thing I saw, much to my disappointment,was the old ceiling of my lonely apartment. As I noticed my back aching from lying a half hour on the broken springs protruding from the sofa, I turned my head to the television. I just stared at the rolling credits of John Akerley's concert. I got up and took a bite of the cold slice of pizza that I had ordered earlier. All I could do was laugh very sarcastically."Of course," I said to myself. I switched off the television and dragged my duvet with me to my single bed. I hopped into it and tucked myself in. This was going to be the longest night of my life, and John Akerley was not going to be there to comfort me.


Submitted: December 19, 2014

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