Prologue
Here's a story of love. Do you remember your first love? Do you remember the state of your heart when, as a young child, you were smitten by the beauty of something you once found utterly hideous? That's happened to me, and to every boy, I believe. Normally with amazing creatures called "girls". Beings so alien that if they were to touch you, you'd get cooties. The infection would be so severe that we would all fall to the floor instantly, and throw up all over our mates' hair. Well, at least that's what we all thought. Once you actually fall in love with someone, you feel as if you were in Heaven. At least, while it lasts. Because, believe it or not, love doesn't always last.
That's my very own experience with my first love, with whom I had my very first heartbreak, her only legacy being the amazing memories of the time we spent together. She left the city, never to be seen again. I guess… I'll meet more girls, I will move on from her. However, our parting did leave a hole in my heart. Even though I know it will eventually heal, I cannot help but to hunger for a happy ending. However, in this cruel universe where love doesn't last, where can you find a happy ending, but in dreams?
Thus, this story begins. Hopefully, it will be the happy ending I craved so much for. Only time, and fate itself, will be able to tell.
Author's note: Okay so, I'm writing a story of my very own harvest about one little movie from my childhood that, despite being loved by me, no one really knows. Of course, you guessed it! I'm speaking about Little Manhattan, that one movie about first love I watched when I was 7 (I was a sucker for romance even as a kid).
I decided to begin writing this as a sort of wish fulfillment for myself, and maybe others. It is pure selfishness, in a way, because I seriously don't think the scriptwriters wanted a sequel. In fact, I believe the message the movie gives the spectators goes against the very idea of a sequel. Think about it, in the end, the movie is just about a childhood anecdote, about Gabe's first love. The key to understanding this was his very own final monologue, where he says that despite Rosemary occupying a very special place in his heart (cause there's only one first love), he'll find more girls in the future. Rosemary was only his first crush ever, a relationship which lasted a total of 2 weeks. But she will still be very special in Gabe's mind, even in the future. Therefore, I think the writers wanted to imply that the wedding was the last time Gabe would see Rosemary EVER.
Anyway, this note is getting too long. I hope you all enjoy this fic, in which I'll pour all my nostalgia and feelings, and will try to convey everything, including the love my childhood self felt for these characters, in the best manner possible. My idea is sort of experimental, I think none of you expect to see something like my story for Little Manhattan. Seriously, this is no conventional fic, and I hope you are surprised at least midway through (I'm afraid some people might find it bullshit, so maybe I'll drop the plotline I have in mind if feedback isn't good enough). If I get enough drive to actually finish it that is, but only time will tell. I hope this satisfies other people who, like me, can't help but wonder why there aren't that many fics for Little Manhattan, nevermind some that are actually finished.