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Seasons -Chapter 1
Present:
Serena breathed against Darien's chest. She looked at his face and studied every mark, scar, and hair. She didn't want to miss or forget a single detail. Her flight was in a few hours and in any second she'd had to get going.
"I don't want to leave you, Darien." She began to cry.
Darien wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a deep embrace. He reminded himself that there was only a year left of residency. He wished he could be at two places at once to spare her tears, but today he held her feeling responsible. They were flowing like a river. There is no end to how much he loved her and how much he wished to cast her sadness away. He began to shed a tear as well but tried his hardest to refrain so he could be strong for both of them.
"We'll see each other again in 2 months, for Thanksgiving." He stroked her hair and wiped her tears with his thumb. Her hair smelled like flowers and her skin was as soft as petals. He will miss being able to touch her face.
The summer they spent together just came and went like a breeze, and to think it would already be Thanksgiving so soon made her heart ache.
Where has the time gone? Time just flies like the wind. Time can flower trees, turn them brown, take all the leaves away, and return them again. Time could build such strong, aching love between two people. Time can change so many things…
Darien held Serena's left hand. He felt for her promise ring while making a silent vow to replace it with a much bigger rock when he finishes residency and comes back to her for good, because she's the one he's been waiting for all his life.
3 years ago:
Darien, the best-looking medical student and player in town, came back late at night. He checked his cellphone. 3 texts from Beryl. Sigh, he was so tired. He had just said goodbye to Ami from a late midnight meal. She finished her computing exam, and asked him if he was free to celebrate. She liked him a lot. It was a Saturday, and naturally he was free since Sundays through Thursdays he was busy studying for medical school exams. Deciding to save texting Beryl for tomorrow, Darien showered and fell asleep but woke up an hour later to a ringing phone. Caller ID: Beryl. Ignore. Settings. Silent. Goodnight world.
The next day he listened to his voice message. Beryl had called to say that she was thinking of him, missed him, and to say goodnight. Running his hand through his hair, he wondered why women always wanted to talk and say things like that. Why do all women want to get into relationships? Can't they just take it easy? Darien is not a bad guy, but once in awhile he wants to get laid and, well, women were after him left and right so what's the harm? People ask, what about finding a decent woman to settle down with? "No thanks." He says.
Andrew knocked on his bedroom door. "Hey Dare, do you know when Professor Kaioh is going to post his cardiomyopathy notes? I've been checking for the last 2 days and they're still not up."
Darien scanned for his notebook. He dug in his backpack and pulled out his lectures. "It should be posted later today. But if not, then email him."
"Good point." Andrew's a good roommate, though he has a bad habit of being a slob. The apartment's mess is mostly his. "His daughter is hot, by the way."
"I heard she swings the other way, though." Darien added.
"I know. Damn." With that, Andrew walked back to his room.
For the remainder of the day, Darien went to campus to work on his research with his classmate. His phone vibrated once. "Good luck on your research. – Ami." She was always so thoughtful and sweet. He texted a short "thanks" and then went back to work.
Two days later, Beryl sent Darien an email. "Hey, I haven't heard from you in awhile. How are you, my friend?"
Oh shoot. He totally forgot to respond back to Beryl. Technically he and Beryl never met. She was an online acquaintance who by chance found his facebook. She thought his profile was attractive, smart, successful, and simply perfect. She messaged him often and sometimes even sent some naughty pictures to arouse his fantasy. She was not shy about that at all. Darien would've liked to date her but she was an 7 hour drive away, they've only talked here and there on messenger and on the phone when he had time. He thought she was pretty cute with her long flaming red hair and sexy pictures from dancing, but her personality was sometimes demanding and immature. Her brain was also questionable.
He gave Beryl a call.
"Hi sexy." Her voice was a bit nasally, but at least her face was kind of cute, he thought.
"Hi. How're you doing?"
That's the end of chapter 1. Hope you guys liked it. :)