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Chapter 1: Memory
It was a bright day. Hot. My skin burning under the sun. I took the necessary steps to arrive at the lake and I sat down, worried my chest would split in two. I awaited the sleepiness with anticipation and I fell asleep at the edge of the lake. My feet almost making it into the water.
I focused my thoughts, my entire being, on my beloved crush. My heart focuses his image, little by little. His beautiful tan skin, perfect, no blemishes anywhere. His eyes, a dark brown, shimmer in the sunlight a bright honey color. His facial features much more beautiful than anyone I have ever met in my lives.
Gabriel.
His beautiful face shines in my mind everyday, as a reminder that I could not have him. A married woman cannot have such desires. Married “happily” to my Jason, who smiles everyday by just looking at my face, never quite seeing how depressed I was. No matter how much I push him back, Gabriel’s memory refuses to be a thing of the past.
“You can never forget me,” He growled, his face betraying his harsh tone, showing deep sadness instead. His dark brown eyes burying deep into my soul, causing me pain. I knew why I felt this way. I knew why I described him with such authentic and punishing detail.
“I love him,” I whispered that same day, watching an illusion of him scatter apart as I tossed a stone to erase his image, which caused me so much pain. I sat there, my legs to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs, looking into the water of the lake like I was expecting him to suddenly pop up from underneath the water. I had awakened from the dream I had everyday about him and felt like I was going to explode and just scream into the air how much I love him.
“I’m sorry, love who?” His memory asked, sounding curious inside my mind. I pictured him sitting next to me and his memory gave me a smug look.
“Shut up! You know what your memory does to me! Leave me alone!” I said, half screaming. I knew if anybody came by here and saw me like this, they’d think I was crazy.
Unfortunately enough, my husband Jason had arrived. I watched as he got out of the car, a shiny silver car that was quite big. His bulging muscles were covered in sweat. His thin, tight tank top stretched on his chest, showing the rest of his muscles. Covered in sweat, the tank top was translucent and you could see the color of his skin almost clearly enough. He wore gym pants colored gray with navy blue stripes at the sides. He saw me at once and ran to me, his face filled with worry.
Apparently, he saw my clothes were tattered and ripped from all sides. My blue satin dress was torn from the waist down. The make up I wore was stained on my face, my eyeliner residue stretched to my forehead and to the sides of my eyes. My lipstick rubbed to the left side of my face. I guess while I was dreaming, my magic had run wild and had scattered my make up across my face and tore my dress as well.
I gave up my position and lay down on the grass. Jason was already there. He kneeled beside me and held my head on his lap. “Sweetie, what happened?” He asked me, his eyes looking mildly sad, I could tell he was trying hard to hide his despair from me. He looked a little bewildered as well.
“Nothing. Can you take me inside?” I asked, my voice breaking a little and my tone sounded
 Liliana Heron · Thu Nov 12, 2009 @ 01:29am · 0 Comments |
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