A WALK TO THE GRAVE

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
this story isn't about anyone in particular. Just a random fiction. I was just moved a person who was talking to me today which made me write this short story.

Submitted: September 01, 2012

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I recovered from the pain the second I got my first cut. That 2 hour walk barefoot was the most tiring and hurtful of all those I had had in my entire life. Mostly because of the unstoppable tears causing the dehydration. Everyone stared at me, sympathising, but not understanding how it felt. I had just lost what was most important to me. She was the love of my life, the icing on my cake and the reality in my fake plastic world. She was the one with whom I could share my dearest and darkest secrets. How we always played with each other. She always used to be by my side and now i was walking towards her grave, to be on hers, if only for a short span of time. But this walk flooded back memories, and I was reminded of all the times I had with her. Someone said it right, its just the little things in life that matter in the end. 
Memories. One night when we were on the verge of sleeping, she asked me who was the person I loved the most. I said it was her. She told me to stop it and I thought I had done my part convincing her. But she did not believe it. At that time, even I didn't. I wish I had done more. 
I still had a few more minutes to dwell on those memories and let the tears pass and not let her see the pain I was going through. I was going to be strong. I never cried in front of her and I never would. The drive through memory lane reminded me of another instance when once she was wiping the leftover cappucino over my lip and i bit her finger. Instantly, she said " I HATE YOU" and I laughed out. I wish I hadn't done that. Those finger were the most beautiful of all I had seen. They deserved the best treatment, not the ill I did to them. And the words she said felt like they had been stitched across my heart. Oh, If only it wasn't what it was, it could have been something so much more beautiful. 
Just a few more steps and she would be in sight. I let the last few tears flow and remembered the last of those memories that would make me feel less miserable about how horrible a person I had been to her. 
I remember the one time when we were walking on the beach, hand in hand, and we saw a kid scared of the water. He was like the cutest thing ever. Then all of a sudden, she said it with a sly grin on her face "I bet your baby would be cuter than this". At that time I don't think she realized that she was the perfect lady. I wanted someone like her to be by my side forever. But I knew it was an unreal fascination at that time. I was just 9. And she had all kinds of dreams planned for me. 

Oh mother, Where art thee? 
Stay, be there, wait for me.


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