Life's Not A Hourglass

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
In one hour they lost everything. In one hour they gained eachother. Now they have to heal hand in hand because no matter how bad they want to you cant flip the hourglass over and start again.

Submitted: July 30, 2011

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Lifes Not A Hourglass
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~Anna~
Running down the street I could feel the sweat and tears running down my face so I sprinted faster. "Billy!!" I shrieked and it sounded strangled but yet very audiable. Yet I froze as he turned smiling at me and then jumped from the bridge. "NO BILLY DONT-!!" I said taking off again pushing my legs yet there was no hope now he was gone. When I made it to the side all you could see was the ripples in the water. Tears streamed down my face as I looked down horrified. He resurfaced but not the right way up. Face down. No no no no no no. In a single hour I had just lost the love of my life.
I didnt go to his funeral because I couldnt all I could do was sit and stare at about a dozen pictures of us. The beach where he kissed me in the waves. The park where we first met and how could I forget the damn bed right beside me. My mother would come in my room begging me to do something but I wouldnt even blink for her. She never liked Billy anyway. It was a lost attemt. Then after sitting there for six months I got up. I took a shower numbly not really making these movements. I grabbed a box and filled it with his things.
I pulled onto the bridge and walked to the spot where he jumped where he left me and I dumped every photo,gift,and song in the river. For the hell of it I chucked the box too. Getting in my car I pulled away heading downtown because it was always quiet there. I saw a small coffee shop there sitting on a corner with dull almost broken lights. Pulling to the curb I got out and hugged the leather of my jacket to me against the cold January winds. Inside it was heated enough to pass a inspection and it smelt like fried hamburger and salt. Sitting down on a stool I looked around. Sitting on the end was a man who looked lost and broken. His dark hair was a mess and he had stubble around his jaw. Muscular and dangerous.
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-Derek-
Walking home from work becuase the damn ugly old pile of shit we drove around decided not to work. I was pissed. Not at so much anyone but yet again... Everyone. We as in me and my fiance lived in a small apartment across town and had been for three years now. It was love and we both knew it. I would die for her and prayed she would do the same. I rubbed my jaw and smiled at the smoothness from shaving that morning. It was late july but rainy in our small town yet comforting. As I reached the brick building I watched as the ambulance rolled away. Some old lady had fallen down the stairs again without a doubt.
I jogged to my door but frowned when it was open. Pushing it open I scanned the main room but she was nowhere in sight. "Jack..." I said wairly. "Jacklyn?" I asked again more tightly. Then I saw a note on the table carefully folded.

`If you find me before someone calls me in I'm glad you didnt see me the way I'm about to end up. I want you to know I didnt do this because of you its just were in debt, moms dissaproving ,the baby died ,and Im not exactly healthy. I'm so sorry for keeping this from you. I love you babe. Goodbye.
Bile raised in my throat as I screamed her name running through the apartment throwing doors open. There in our bedroom floor layed a gun with no shots left in it. I fell to my knees. This was not happening because it was all just a bad dream.
I felt something touch my shoulder from where I cried and I looked up into a pair of green eyes with hazel tints. They looked so much like hers. "Jacklyn?" I asked but suddennly I was not in that damned apartment anymore but in the coffee shop on the corner and those green eyes were not hers. "No but maybe I could help." said a soft fragile voice. I scoffed "Only if you can turn back time." She didnt look confused but yet she looked like she understood. "I wish that was possible" she bareley whispered sliding into the seat next to me and looking broken. I nodded and sipped the coffee in front of me.
Suddenly beside me she broke down into tears. Sobs and almost screams of pain. For some reason I cant explain why I wrapped her in my arms and cried to. In that hour I gained someone. A friend and my future soul mate.
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You can not turn back time ot flip the hour glass of life back over. You can only mend wounds and move on. Perhaps you will gain something so special in one hour as well.


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