The Art of Remembering Jane - Pt. 1

Reads: 242  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Please read with patience and empathy~

Submitted: December 15, 2014

A A A | A A A

Submitted: December 15, 2014

A A A

A A A


Meeting Jane

I sit at my desk, trying to capture her with words, but she's disappearing. Her scent, her voice, her smile and the colour of her eyes fill every line, but with every letter she fades. I'm writing because as time goes by, she slips away. 

I'm writing because she's gone.

We met at John's. I was busy talking to all the right people, when I suddenly noticed her. The girl had a voice as sweet as honey, and a smile that wrinkled her cute little nose. It was when she looked at me, when her eyes captured me, that I knew she was the one. She didn't simply look me in the eyes. No, she went deeper than that. She looked inside of me, as if I were a piece of art she had chosen to analyse. It was as if I were a painting, or even better yet, a sculpture that she was trying to get to know without the help of the museum guide. Before I knew it, my entire being was willing to drown in those bluish eyes forever.

But then again, words like forever and never have a way of becoming much shorter than what we intend them to be.

We ended up spending the entire night together talking about the scent of water, the sound of butterflies and the taste of music. When dawn woke us up from this magical dream, she kissed me goodbye and gave me a heart-shaped box. 

It said: "Open your heart and you will find me". 

After that night, I found myself searching for fragments of her all the time. I couldn't figure out why she had suddenly disappeared. Why had she given me this box? The key couldn’t be used to open it but instead, it showed its purpose by playing a soft melody. I looked relentlessly for any trace of her but I couldn't find anything. Had she left me on purpose? How was I supposed to find her? What did she mean? I put all my heart into it and came up empty. Perhaps that is why I couldn't find her. My heart was empty, she was gone. I still desperately hoped for her to appear again, even at the most impossible places. I searched everywhere, around every corner, behind every door, beneath every roof. I kept the box with me all the time, for when I listened to it I could hear Heaven, I could feel her whisper, I could be happy.


© Copyright 2020 Chibica. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

More Romance Short Stories