Happy Ever After?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A shory of lost love...

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Submitted: July 31, 2009

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Happily ever after?

 
Preface

Maybe, just maybe, this was my happy ending.

It was finally in my reach.

Everything was finally okay.

And I was truly happy.

 

I woke up, the tears fresh on my face. The dream was so real, so vivid.

He told me that he loved me. I felt special. I felt loved. I was loved. And then I woke up.

 

I remember the first time I met him. This was real, unlike the dream.

I was drawn to his bubbly personality, his warm smile and open friendliness.

We didn't fall fast, took it slowly.

 

A picnic on the beach was our first date. We sat on the edge of the sand dune, holding hands and leaning against each other. The moment was perfect.

 

Our first kiss was at the prom. I was wearing a strapless blue ankle-length dress; he was wearing a stunning black and white tux. It was the last dance. The moment was perfect.

 

We never took it further than kissing. We were both loud and energetic people, but we had a change of heart. We spent nearly every waking moment together, and often talking on the phone into the early hours of the morning. My life was perfect.

 

No, I wasn't the most popular person in the school, I didn't have perfect grades, sometimes my hair didn't stay in place, and my eyeliner ran more times than I could count. But I didn't care. My life was perfect.

 

But all this happiness was bound to have a drawback. Fate had dealt me a good hand, but what would the next round bring? I tried to ignore the signs. The false smiles, the awkward tension. His shifty eyes, clammy hands. I just smiled through it all, not realising what was happening. I thought everything would be alright. We'd sail off into the sunset, and live happily ever after.

 

But I was wrong.

So terribly wrong.

 

Yes, I took him for granted.

I took happiness for granted.

 

It all started on a bright and sunny Saturday morning. Such a good day, I didn't even dream that anything could go wrong. I had plans with him; we were going for a picnic in the forest, at our meadow. The light would shine through the trees, the butterflies would float through the air, the wood animals call and the sweet scent of love would thicken the air.

 

He picked me up, in his Porsche Boxster, a timid smile on his face. I now know how fake it was. But as blissfully happy as I was, I didn't notice.

 

We drove down the thin gravel road. I knew it off by heart, because we had come down here so many times. He seemed distracted, like something was annoying him. Like there was something on his mind, which he couldn't say. His hands shook occasionally.

 

When we got there, we sat down, in the middle of the meadow.

 

"I want you to know, that I fell in love with you, from the very beginning." I smiled, pleased.

 

Maybe, just maybe, this was my happy ending.

It was finally in my reach.

Everything was finally okay.

And I was truly happy.

 

"But," He continued, his face darkening. "I never thought it would end this way."

"End? What do you mean?" I finally uttered. His strong words broke through my circle of happiness, destroying it. Was there no hope?

 

"I can't do this anymore. You could have someone so much better. Someone who is worthy of you." He mumbled.

 

The tears had flown down my face, relentlessly. He cradled me in his arms for hours. We watched the sun set. It was our last sunset.

 

We watched the stars appear. They were our last minutes together.

 

And I spent them crying. I finally stopped, after I had soaked his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered for the thousandth time that day.

 

He carried me to his car, and drove me home. They were our last moments together.

"Don't go." I begged, one last time.

"Goodbye. I'm sorry. So, so sorry."

Then he left.

 

No, my life will never be the same, no matter what happens.

If he comes back, I'll still have memories of those darkest days.

If he doesn't I'll spend the rest of my life waiting.

And I'll never be sure if he truly loved me.

Yes, this is fate.

My happiness had a drawback.

This was no happily ever after story.

No happy ever after.


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