Count On Me
Prologue
There are certain moments in your life that leave you no choice but wonder if only you could undone whatever wrong you did. You can't force the thoughts of-what could have happened had you chosen this or that-away from your mind. The heavy weight of guilt and remorse seem to settle on your shoulders leaving you to struggle with the knowledge of your wrongs.
Something less or more same happened to her that turned her life upside down.
The gentle breeze waved through the balcony curtains, making its way to the lonely girl sitting on the recliner with her knees hugged close to her chest. She was staring at the blue sky, a faraway look in her eyes and a torrent of emotions visible on her pretty face.
She drew in a deep breath as the breeze caressed her face, the contact reminding her of gentle strokes of those hands, those fingers on her cheeks...how they would ghost over her skin, leaving behind a tingling trail in their wake.
Lost in the memories, she didn't even notice the tears that were flowing down her face. A sob escaped her throat as she thought about the cruel things she did, though unknowingly, the unbearable pain she caused to the person she was everything to.
Each memory made her sob more and each sob hit her conscience with a pang of remorse.
'I'm worth it.' She whispered, feeling the clawing of pain in her heart.
Unable to sit anymore, she collapsed on the cold floor and reached out for the crumpled photograph lying there.
'Why?' She asked, having no idea who she was expecting the answer from, herself or the photograph?
The Photograph. She stared at it longingly, with a good dose of remorse in her eyes. There, two persons sat huddled together on a boulder beneath a tree, a brook flowing nearby completing the serene view.
'Why?' A few drops of tears fell down on the photo as she squinted her eyes shut in agony, unable to let the cloud of love surrounding the huddled figures intensify her pain.
The tiny teardrops shined like a pearl upon the ocean upon catching the orange-ish light of the setting sun, the sight immediately made her grimace a smile.
With tear filled eyes, she continued to take in 'the clasped hands, the arm draped around the shoulder, the lips curled upwards in a heart-warming smile, the chin resting on the head and the two pair of eyed that reflected nothing but pure love and contentment.'
The more she looked at it, the truck of remorse hit her more fiercely, again and again, eventually pushing her into the safe arms of unconsciousness, providing her an escape from her pain and from the last thought that slipped through her lips...
"Why did I ruin everything?"
A/N- So, this is my first story ever and I'm not an experienced writer. Be kind and honestly tell me what do you think? Like it, dislike it? Worth continuing? Should I stop? If you are here reading it, please review. I'd like to hear your opinion.
PS- English isn't my first language. So, if there are any grammatical mistakes and you wanna point out or willing to help along, feel free to PM me.
Take care.
-AJo