For Better or Worse
By Psycho_kyugurl
One can safely conclude that if he was never loved and being loved for who he was and not what he owns, he had never really live his life even if he owns everything one can ask for.
And this was how I live my life a decade ago… Never truly enjoyed the bliss of living, never truly appreciate anything. But everything changed from the moment she walked into my life, left a footprint and — I was never the same again.
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…The caress of Venus seemed distant...
Where are you?
…The wind held no emotion…
Why did you go?
…The moment of bliss…
I'm sorry…
-- Was forever banished
Come back to me…
By my very own hand…
TOMOYO!
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Two years ago or so, I was hardly anyone. No one knew me. Nobody noticed my existence as nobody knew who lived in the old mansion down the Chestier Street. Rumors have it that it was haunted and it have kept many unpleasant visits at bay from intruding my tranquil and quiet life. It was indeed a merit acknowledgement.
I spent almost my entire life, locked up in my study, devouring books after books left by my past life. There weren't many things to do, or should I say, there just isn't anything I wish to do and often I have to persuade Nakuru to leave me alone and let me lead my own life. I was nothing but a stodgy person. But then she came by and changed my perspective of life and I wasn't the same person I was used to be anymore…
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"Yes Nakuru? How can I help you today?" I inquired gently upon inspecting her attempt of 'scaring' me again. It never worked as I never let my guard down, especially when she was around to fool me.
A sound of flicking fingers was heard behind me as I delved deeper into the book, ignoring her whimsical cry. "That was the twelve thousand, eight hundred and sixty-sixth times this week!"
Though thick irony tainted her voice, I noticed a slight ebullition in her tone. "You never give up do you?" I sighed, getting a little agitated by her cry. It was the hardest thing I had to live with – Nakuru's persuasion.
"Oh, just one time Eriol. Please, just once. You wouldn't regret it, trust me."
I sighed once more. She really never gives up, does she? "No offence intended dear Nakuru, but I really want to finish this book by today and I can't if you are irritating the life out of me."
She pouted her lips and clasped both her hand hard, her head bowed pretty much low, pleading for a 'yes' out of me.
I shook my head, indicating a negative answer.
"Aww… such shame Eriol. It had just snowed today."
Snowed –?
I inclined my head and cast my gaze beyond the pane…
Everything was white.
I held my gaze for a moment, a little microprocessor in the back of head computing an answer of how to decline her invitation. I hated snow more than anything. That day was also snowing too…
"So…" Nakuru's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I scowled. "What's your answer? Yes or no --" Yet I felt a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.
"Or this?"
My book! How, why, when –
– And a moment later, I ended up in the middle of my lawn. The weather was terribly cold and the moment I stepped out from my faithful dank, I was greeted by the frozen Northern wind and was soon oscillated between relief and despair. Relief – for I have never tasted fresh air for such a long period of time already and despair – for snow had a bitter effect on me. It always did.
"Eri-ol!!"
"I'm going back in." I announced. I'm regretting this already. Damn, shouldn't have promise.
"But Eriol –" Nakuru sounded anxious. I turned and –
A girl? Found lying outside of my front gate.
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Note: How do you guys find it? Enjoying or boring. I wish to continue this as soon as possible so leave me a note, kay? Thank you.
Signing out,
Psycho_kyugurl