Hello! My first attempt at a fic, so please be patient with me. I hope it is okay! Please review or share. Thank you loves.
Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this game end for me?/
The sun has risen and I am standing by the window that is fogged up from the cool, London air. I'm dressed in a shirt that is covered by a cardigan and a pair of dark trousers. The temperature of my room is tolerable but a shiver still runs through my now frail body. It has gone through so much in my younger years. So I question if every elder person goes through these changes.
My life is rather interesting. It isn't easy for most people to understand. I have had a lot of ups and downs. I've played many roles in to get by and at other times, for entertainment. I believed that most people were alike and there would be nothing special thrown my way. Life has proven to be very unexpected. I am nobody special. I might have a different insight on the world but I'm a common man. I do admit I appreciated the fascination others have shown in me but I do not expect to be remembered. I have loved another and for me, it was more than enough.
The idealists would have called this a love story. A detractor would call this a sinful speculation. I would agree with one of the views. No matter your perspective, it was something that I engaged in most of my life. I do not have any regrets for the path I've chosen. I never believed in hesitating at all. I know that the decisions made were the right ones.
Time, is unfortunately something that can be uneasy when it comes to moving on forward. There can be unpleasant moments in life that can cause a road block. A few years ago, it would've been simple to just get by but it is now difficult. There is an ailment that has been such an effect on me. I don't have many physical strengths and it is a fight to find energy at times.
I clear my throat and check my pocket watch. It is time. I move away from the window and stagger slightly around the room, retrieving the notebook that is on my nightstand. I tuck it under my arm and leave to head to my destination.
I walk on pale, tiled floors. I'm one of the only people in the hallway. Most residents are still asleep or just watching television. Dull activities like that never peaked my interest. It took me a while but I am now used to my daily routine in a nursing home.
I hear some muttering around me. Some of the nurses see me and smile. I flash my charming smile and greet them. As I pass them, there voices now lower to a whisper. Being accustomed to gossiping, I just ignore them for now. Many of them question my life and wonder what goes through my mind these days. People's opinions about me never bothered me. I learned in life that people just judge you no matter what.
Minutes pass by until I reach another room. I sit myself down on the chair that is outside the entrance of the door. The nurses have him dressed for the day and from I can hear, he is agitated. The mornings get to him for some reason. He has always been a little spitfire but it has worsened in time.
Two women come out and give me permission to come inside. I give them a grateful nod before standing up. There is a slight, wobbly gait but I do not allow it to stop me from entering the single room. The LPN is encouraging him to get out for the day and socialize but he just declines the offer. My lips curl into a small smile when she suggests for him to give his violin a try.
The nurse comes over with a defeated sigh and has a forlorn expression on her face. "I'm sorry. I don't think he'll be going anywhere for today." I can't help but look a little disappointed and think about just leaving him be for a few hours.
"Might I ask what you are doing in my room?" We both turn our attention to where the snapping came from. He must have stopped tuning out the woman because he was watching us both skeptically.
The woman restrains a fond smile and touches my arm. "This is Black. He came to visit you today." The name she told him satisfies me and brings back the memory of the stage title I used for special occasions.
The younger male cringes at the name for a moment and plays with his hands bashfully. "I don't think that would be a good idea at all." Even though him turning down the invitation should have cut through me, it doesn't falter me at all.
His caregiver flashes me a mischievous smirk for a moment before stepping closer to him again. "Oh do give him a go. He is a man who will not disappoint. You will not find him boring, I assure you." With that, his curious eyes finally met mine and he gives a nod.
A short while later, the two of us end up sitting on a bench outside. There are beautiful, landscaped gardens surrounding us and a silence that I've never been so thankful for. I reach into the pocket of my cardigan and bring out my reading glasses. I clear my throat and place them on my face, examining him one more time before opening the small notebook that was still with me. "And so, we begin."