Untold Stories

Prologue


A/N: Hey there everyone! :D :D I'm back once again! :D :D This time, however, this is a little different. This FF will be a series of connected diary entries, or an epistolary novel writing, with the POVs fluctuating alternatively. It is something entirely new that I'm trying so all kinds of criticism will be warmly welcomed.

Not keeping you all for long now,

Happy Reading! :D :D


Love is immortalized by sacrifice, not union.

That's what they'd learnt at the hands of the man they held in their highest regard during their sacred childhood together. The woman's soft voice crooned on the radio with a gentility that captivated their attention to the fullest even though they were miles apart, and so were the paths of their lives.

Caught in the riptide,
I was searching for the truth,
There was a reason,
I collided into you.

The rains softly cascaded down his window while the warm summer wind blew across hers, engulfing them into the allure of nature. And yet, they were no longer of this world. Not since the last time they saw each other after which he'd walked away from her willingly. Some considered it impossible, the motivation for him to do so being rejection. But in the transcendental realm, the motivation was love.

His pure, unconditional and unrequited love.

Calling your name in the midnight hour,
Reaching for you from the endless dream,
So many miles between us now,
But you are always here with me.

Unrequited love involved sacrifice, the sage had always taught him. It meant even having to be physically separated from your lover. You could only remember her and long for reunion and it involved suffering and pain in great amounts. You might be engaged in other duties - having a wife, children, and duties towards parents, society, and family. You'd perhaps satisfy all of them, but still be separated from your real interest. Your real love. There would be absolutely no comfort but you wouldn't give it up. You'd continue to tolerate all suffering and maintain the flame of love, protecting it from dying out because you've really loved unconditionally. You wouldn't expect any rewards or pleasure out of it and that's what made that kind of love truly divine.

Because it would continue to persist despite all adverse conditions.

Nobody knows why,
Nobody knows how and,
This feeling begins just like a spark,
Tossing and turning inside of your heart,
Exploding in the dark.

You'd always wish for the well-being and happiness of your love, never thinking or caring about your own, the sage had taught her. There would be no jealousy or lust. Only a selfless attitude of giving and caring for your lover rather than taking or getting attention for yourself. You'd continue to love, give and care even if there was no chance of meeting your lover again. People would never allow you to meet. They would never accept your relationship. They would never respect it. They would insult you and call you names, to the contrary. But you still wouldn't give up. There might only be a glimmer of hope somewhere in the distant future but you'd latch onto that hope and continue loving him in your heart. Nourished by this selflessness, your love would grow year after year, giving your heart a myriad of amazing feelings and realizations.

Because it would continue to persist despite all adverse conditions.

Calling your name in the midnight hour,
Reaching for you from the endless dream,
So many miles between us now,
But you are always here with me.

The separation and the anticipation of meeting again was what made it more and more mature, the sage had told them in union. It was an infinite process. Ultimately, it would become so strong and powerful that no force in the universe could destroy it. That's when your love would become immortal. The fruits of such divine love manifested themselves and could be enjoyed by the lovers for eternity. Their love became timeless and immortal; their story a legacy written in stars.

Oh inside me,
I find my way,
Back to you,
Back to you.

And so they realized ruefully as they saw a pile of dusty books waiting to be embraced after years of isolation. It was poignancy galore and the epitome of mesmerizing when they heard tales of love from the sage until life slapped them cruelly, teaching them that all that glittered was not gold. Love was a sacred grail in fantasy; it was a bloodied rose in reality. It your own blood bleeding on the thorns of life until it created the petals once desired to be walked upon in reality.

But was it worth it all in the end?

The moment steps decreased and breaths fell to cease, the hesitation overcome and the urge succumbed to, the impossible happened. He found the path to his past in a forgotten corner of his cozy library; she found hers in an abandoned store room. The scars from the thorns prickled, but the urge to scar themselves once more in and for their love was overwhelming.

Calling your name in the midnight hour,
Reaching for you from the endless dream,
So many miles between us now,
But you are always here with me.

Some tiny tales that were untold to the world were certainly to be found in that little book one always entrusted their guilty secrets to. But sometimes, those same tales could portray an entire story of their own. And between their glorious past and an even more inglorious farewell lay their untold stories. But hidden in those untold stories was his love - pure, unconditional and unrequited, gone amiss by her until it was too late.

Two words,
In your hands,
In your hearts,
And It's the whole universe.

As the song drew towards the end with its words of proclaimed love echoing around the iron-clad walls of their hearts, they wondered why the aura of their magnificent yet empty abodes felt so… electrifying, suddenly. There was a sudden infusion of warmth in the cool rains; of chills in the summer breeze. And yet, they were both united by the singular emotion that pounded through their hearts, binding them in a gush of what they realized they hadn't experience in years – life.

The Universe worked in mysterious ways when it came to unrequited love.

You are always here with me.

The song ended with the doors to their past opening, nostalgia claiming them in an instantaneous swoop. Gone were the bloodied thorns and the illusional petals, the need for time and air. Who needed either when love and hope still existed in a world long forgotten?

And as the first chapter of their past was revisited, the next chapter of their lives had begun.


Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D