My angel of love;
Prologue;
February 13, 1891
It was dark and cold; as I heard my own footsteps roughly dragging through the pavement.
As the cool February breeze chilled me through my thick layers of skirts and shawls, I could hear the gentle sway of the trees, the whispers of the midnight wind. I suddenly came to a halt as I heard the cock of a crow. I closed my eyes and felt my heart skipped, as the wind suddenly seizing and there was nothing but silence.
Closing my eyes, arching my neck to face the heavens, I couldn't help but smile. As I heard the sudden flatter of bird wings, and felt a warm breeze coming from behind me.
It was the thirteenth of February; I was anxious. As I heard the gentle footsteps growing closer from behind me, my heart almost stop at the very feel of warmth.
"Good evening, darling"
I took a deep breath, as I heard his velvet voice. I couldn't help but smile, he was making his entrance again.
" it's middle of the night, my love. Don't you think a good morning is in order?"
"ahh..but it would be such a pity….for if it were the morning I could not dance with my darling on this silver moonlight…"
My smile broaden; as I opened my eyes, only to see a full moon shining bright at me from the heavens.
I turned around to face him. My knight; in his fair beauty, my Jev
But my smiles vanish when I saw his face. His dark eyes were enchanting, and I could not bear another year only to hold him once.
" why the frown, my love?"
I blink back the tears that wanted their escape, because I knew.
I knew, I only had this one night; for when the dawn rises, he would be gone again, and I would not be seeing him until the next valentine eve.
"I love you…" I whispered, as I looked into his eyes and saw them dance with mirth.
"Until the sun shall rise, it will only be you and I…" was all he said, before snapping his fingers, as a gentle melody filled the night, and so we danced, until the sun rose, my heart pained by our bitter sweet goodbyes.
The Year 2009
When I was five, I wanted to be a princess. When I was ten, I wanted to be a doctor.
And that stuck through me, all throughout high school. I didn't have those sweet sixteen love escapades, because I was determined to pursue my dreams. But sixteen was the end of my little fantasy, cause that was when my dad died.
Gun shoot through the head, and college funds all went out the window with paying bills, study hours became a night shift at the café and summer became a job fair.
But I still didn't complain; I gave up my dream to help my mom. I come home and find her at that same old worn out couch we had for years, and I'll be finding her asleep with an empty bottle of vodka in hand.
My life wasn't perfect, but I had to live with it.
There came a time when I nearly gave up, and I prayed to God ever night to send help down my way.
I was eighteen then, and life wasn't all too pleasing. I barely got out of high school; working four jobs in a week, earned myself a few bucks and gave the half to my drunken mother.
I stayed because I loved her, because she needed me, and because when I needed her she was there for me. I was repaying my debts, yet everybody kept on telling me that it was wrong.
When I was twenty; I finally left home and left my mom at a rehab center down at Port land. There wasn't much anymore, it was either rehab or give the half of my liver away to a forty year old drunk.
That's how my life began, when I left my mom, I started living by myself and earned enough to enroll for college. But I didn't do it; I was determined to have more than what's enough.
So I kept on working; and one fine busy Wednesday afternoon on February fourteenth. God answered my prayers.
He was tall, with that perfectly angular nose, messy black hair and that perfect crocked smile.
I didn't know why, but my heart made a sudden flatter and for the very first time I was dazed.
He smiled at me over the counter, ordering a mocha latte, and I couldn't help but smile back at him, his voice was like church bells ringing to me, and that was enough, because by the time I served him his coffee. I gave him my name, and he all but willingly gave me his number.
An elegant black calling card;
Do you want me? Do you need me?
Call me; Jev Cipriano your on call photographer ; 985000
That was the first time I got a number from another guy, and the very first time I gave mine to a stranger. I wanted to see him, I was anxious, because all throughout that week, I couldn't forget him.
But…he never called back, and I never saw him again. But I never forgot him, because he was the first man that made my heart flatter.
The Year 2010
As the months flew by…the next year, on February fourteen of two thousand and ten; I saw him again, at a book store. He smiled at me and apologized, turned out his phone got stolen that day and he had to replace it. We talked, we had coffee together, and I fell in love with him.
But there was something strange about him, because he was mysterious in some ways, he didn't want to share much, and I let it be, after all we didn't know each other that long, but still, it was strange.
When we bid farewell and exchanged our numbers again, he gave me a book that he bought earlier.
" I was thinking of you when I saw it…" was all he said before he left
The book was velvet red, I turned it around but it had no title, and when I opened it, a red rose bloomed out of its pages all of a sudden that I almost let go of the book.
I held out a hand and reached for the flower, it was real and it was fresh. When I pulled it out slowly, it came out with a full stem attach to it. As I stared back at the book writings suddenly appeared, in its brilliant script.
' keep this book safe with all your heart. Tonight, I will show you the world I live in, and through this, I will be with you always…' – Jev