Chapter one – Unknown Realisation.
A muffled sound came from outside, the wind has discovered the whispers of my past, present and future. The mind is a funny concept. Some emotions you cannot describe. Excitement. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. Confusion. Guilt. Shock. Disbelief. terror. Aggression. Perfection. Love. COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK.
You picture yourself listing every emotion, but you can't seem to put a word to it. Sometimes you could call it a colour, a food, an animal, a name? Anything is an emotion, a type of emotion – like happiness – your own type of happiness. Your own happy world.
Reality hits. Shock and terror, crosses your entire body. In my scene, Taylor was my absolute sublimity. Perfection isn't real, but if it was she would be the definition. We were on the beach on a Thursday afternoon in June, a glistening summery day. Her eyes were bright emerald green, fantasized by my witty charm and the fluffed clouds in the almost clear sky. A large, timber picnic basket arranged with assortments of fruit; red and green apples, juicy pears, plums and bananas and at the bottom of the basket lay a variety of different breads – crispy baguettes, rolls and traditional English crumpets, and an unopened note from "UNKNOWN".
''UNKNOWN'' and a black heart written on the white sealed envelope was blemished by the recipients' finger prints hardly noticeable mark. Extremely peculiar for a wooden picnic basket – perhaps it was a note from someone else? Obviously the note wasn't from me?
It suddenly dwelled on me that the note could contain some sort of present of gift. I didn't recall her realizing that the note was lying on the bottom of the basket. So I quickly unsealed the stickiness on the envelope to reveal approximately £500 in cash and a crumbled, old note from my deceased ex-girlfriend.