Lovesick

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a romance but does have an element of horror in it. It is about the state of mind that somebody has after losing the person they love. Please read and let me know what you think :)

Submitted: March 08, 2012

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The station was deserted. Ryan Harris trudged through the black slush that covered the platform and headed towards an old battered bench. As he approached it, he looked up at the yellow faded sign above: platform 4A. Yes, this was the place. Turning to glance at the dirty windows of Pumpkin Coffee, he shivered violently as the cold and damp seeped through his clothes and into his skin. He reached out a trembling hand and brushed away some of the snow from the bench. There. He smiled a sad smile. Seemingly immune to the icy cold touch, he stroked the letters scratched into the worn wood exactly 4 years ago, to this day in fact. ‘Ryan & Anna 4eva’.

Below the letters was a crudely drawn love heart. Ryan’s eyes brimmed with tears and he closed his eyes to return to that precious moment in time...

February the 9th 2008. He could remember everything: the smell of her Chanel perfume, the enticing warmth of her breath as she had whispered in his ear, the feeling of contentment when he took her in his arms. Like the rest of the world had melted away, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered when he had everything he wanted right here, with her arms wrapped lovingly around him. He remembered the way her tousled brown hair tickled his chin, and her laugh when he complained about it. He loved that laugh, it was so carefree, as if she had no worries or cares in the world.

Ryan wished he could say the same for himself now. Tears trickled down his cheek as he opened his eyes and the memory faded away.

He stood still and silent for the next couple of minutes until suddenly, the roar of an approaching train shocked him back into reality. Cold stone dead reality. Slowly he turned and watched the train storm past, the suction draining the little life he had left out of him and left him wallowing in the depths of despair. Eyes fixed ahead of him, Ryan reached into his leather coat pocket and drew out a pre-rolled cigarette and fumbled around for a lighter. He needed something stronger to numb his aching heart really, but this would have to suffice for now. A moment later he lifted the cigarette to his lips and the train had passed. Ryan went to take a first drag but instead coughed and spluttered as his eyes widened with surprise at the figure across the other side of the train tracks. I must be dreaming was his immediate reaction. He rubbed his weary eyes vigorously and blinked several times. No difference, the figure remained.

“Is that you?” he called out disbelievingly. His hoarse and raspy voice echoed ominously around him. The figure did not reply. Instead, she reached out a pale white hand and with one finger, she beckoned him. Bewildered, Ryan spoke again: “Where have you been all this time? I’ve been out of my mind!” At that moment, a clear voice rang around the station: “The train approaching platform 4A is the train to London Euston. Please stand back from the platform edge”. The figure across the way beckoned again, this time more urgently. Ryan could hear the train approaching, its mechanical wheels rattling along the track, his heart beating so erratically that he could feel it pounding against his ribcage. However, even as the sound got louder, he still managed to hear the figure crystal clear: “Come with me. Please”. In a moment of blind panic, Ryan went to step forward...

“She’s not coming back Ry”.

He stopped abruptly when he felt a hand on his right shoulder. Feeling momentarily dazed, Ryan swung around to see who had caused the interruption.

“James”.

James smiled sympathetically and patted his brother on the back.

“We’re all so worried about you. Coming back to this spot, year after year. I’m sorry but you’ve got to let it go mate”.

Feeling began to flood back into Ryan’s body. Horror swept over him when he realised what in a moment of madness he’d been about to do. Thankfully, the train had come and went without incident, but nevertheless Ryan was traumatised and overcome by fear inside. The blood drained from his face, leaving him a bluish grey colour. His vision blurred and he felt as if he was about to faint. What could have happened if Jim hadn’t been there? Would he be dead? He must be going insane! Instinctively, Ryan threw his arms around his brother and sobbed uncontrollably. James was taken aback by this unusual display of affection but did not push his brother away. Ryan clung on to James, clinging with his fingertips, clinging for dear life on to his sanity.

 

 

 

 


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