Curtain Close on my Fairytale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The best and worst month of my life. My first love and first massive heartbreak.
Its a short story written as an assignment, so I am still in the editing process, but would appreciate feedback.

Submitted: September 15, 2012

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The airport terminal bustled with people I glanced down at my watch. ‘1.25pm’. ‘Okay’, I said to myself, ‘Only twenty minutes left until boarding call.’ Staring at the clock, counting down the exact hours, minutes, seconds. It had been weeks, no, months, waiting in anticipation for this very day. Ever since the plane tickets had been purchased, this was all that was at the very forefront of my mind, the underlying thought behind every emotion, the very essence of who I was becoming. I sat still, watching the seconds tick by on the clock, wishing it to go faster, but also wanting time to slow down so that I could enjoy this moment longer. Is this really happening? Or is this all a dream? Waiting so long for something to happen, makes it hard to believe it actually is happening when the time comes. I was experiencing feelings of pure joy, of questionable, but undeniable, luck. I couldn’t believe what was finally happening, but unsure of what lay ahead. Were my dreams better than reality? Was this too good to be true? Well I would soon find out. The clock hit 4 am. My heart raced with excitement, anticipation, anxiety, too many emotions for my body to handle at once. As much as I had longed for this moment to come, I wanted it to be over just as fast. Driving down the empty roads, the world either fast asleep or partying the night away in drunken states of oblivion, I was sure I was the only human not bothered by the fact we had entered a new year. The streetlamp lights reflected against the windscreen, sending tiny reminders into my brain that I need to stay awake and alert. Although I was extremely tired and couldn’t wait to go back to bed, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding non-stop, my body could not keep still. Dancing down the pathway once I stepped out of the car, I could not contain the strange noises that sang from my heart, out through my lungs. I did not have a care in the world, especially because my only audience was my best friend, Amy. We raced into the terminal hand in hand, staring up at the flight arrivals. Even though I knew the arrival time off by heart, I stared at it almost as though it would make him appear right away. Minutes of nervous chatter and patient waiting, he appeared. Walking through the tall arches of the international terminal walked a young man toting a large suitcase. Unshaven, but smartly dressed, with a sort of reserve about him. (an air of). He was shorter than my mind had imagined, but everything else about him felt familiar, as though I had seen him in person before. ‘That’s him’, I said in a quiet, but now serious, whisper, as my heart jolted. I walked as fast as my shaken legs would carry me, looking over as our eyes met for the first time. Shyly looking away, he made his way towards me on the opposite side of the room, as though we were magnets, it was a moment we had been extremely terrified by, but we were drawn to eachother and there was no going back. This exact moment had played in my head hundreds, if not thousands, of times before, yet I didn’t expect to feel uncertain as I was. The face, the emotion, the voice was all familiar, but the strong scent of a nervous over-spray of cologne, and the touch; they were all new. To be hugged so passionately by someone I had just met was the strangest experience, but I knew the heart deep within and had to remind myself. ‘This is Gabriel, your Gabriel’, I repeated in my head for reassurance, trying to calm these new emotions I felt. My head spinning in a daze following an extremity of many emotions, we made our way back to the car, walking together like two shy teenagers on their first date. Walking down the same path I was happily dancing down moments ago; I was now self-aware, self-conscious of every move I made and every word I said. He is finally here. The dream-like feelings continued with this new and enchanting ‘stranger’ in my house. From past experiences I automatically keep myself guarded when it comes to new relationships. My walls stay up, until I know its safe to bring those walls down. I like to step back from situations, collect my thoughts and emotions, and figure out how I really feel about this situation. But this relationship was forced upon me; this person was inescapable, and I never had time on my own to step back out of this whirlwind of a dream to pinch myself to find out if this were real. But little did I know, this month was to be the best month of my entire life. Quite like the romance movies and novels I so enjoyed, I got to experience my own, until it all came to a sudden end. Back in the familiarity of the airport, where I was once feeling nerves of excitement but uncertainty, I was now experiencing the worst pain my heart had ever felt. Standing in the international departure lounge, I looked up at the automatic timetable. ‘Five minutes to go’, I said in my head, feeling as though I wanted to throw up, even though I had not been able to eat a thing. Counting down the minutes, seconds I had left with him. My world had been so consumed with him over the last four weeks. He was everywhere I went, he did everything I did, he was there when I went to sleep and there when I woke up. In five minutes time I was going to be on my own again and I had forgotten how to live that way. I gave him one last hug, smelling in the now familiar smell I had gotten used to, brushing past his prickly, unshaven cheek. I was not sure if I could ever let go. The departure lounge was buzzing with people excited about their upcoming overseas experiences, while I was standing here, wearing Gabriel’s big jumper, face ruined with streaking mascara, eyes and cheeks puffy from never-ending tears. How could I live on my own again after this moment? I felt like my life was over and my world was ending. How will I cope? Is he coming back? Will everything work out for us? Questions raced through my mind but the most overpowering feeling was the stabbing through my chest. I had never experienced heart break to such a degree, and I now understood how it had earned its name. I wished I could freeze this moment in time, or wished I could steal him away so that he wouldn’t have to leave me. I was desperately searching and looking for my happy ending, but felt as though my fairy tale was now ending in tragedy. As I stepped back and tried to look at his face through masses of tears, I told myself to be strong, because I knew it was his time to go. “I’m not going to look back once I walk away,” I spluttered, feeling sorry for myself. “Me neither,” came his reply, in a straight-forward, serious manner. I wondered how he managed to stay so strong in the worst moment I had experienced in my life. “See you soon,” he said as he stepped back. My heart sped up as he started walking away from me. It was if time had slowed down, yet it was happening much too fast than how I wanted it to. “Bye,” I whispered, accidently; forgetting our promise that this moment was, as Gabriel said, not a ‘Good-bye’ but a ‘See you soon’. My eyes were fixated on him as he turned his back and walked away. My eyes delayed their reaction. As he walked through the gate, the large glass-paned doors slid shut behind him, and he disappeared out of sight, like the closing curtain of a stage drama, so too was the end of my fairy tale.


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