next chapter is up =) i liked writing this chapter, quite intresting making up some of naomi's past. this is only going to be a short story and theres probably only going to be one or two more chapters, but i still have plently of ideas for other stories for skins, most of which are naomily of course =D please review and enjoy =D next chapter will be up soon i hope.
Naomi couldn't quite hear what the small chubby old woman next to her had just said, but she could tell that it was just the woman thinking her thoughts out loud, so she didn't bother to ask for a repeat.
She silently watched this woman out of the corner of her eye. There was something strangely familiar about her. The way she talked, with a husky voice, and some of her features, like a little beauty mark below her right eye. Her memory was screaming something at her, but her brain wouldn't listen to what it had to say.
Even though she had only known this woman for what- Ten minutes? She felt at ease and strangely comfortable talking to her and just sitting there next to her. She felt like those ten minutes were more like ten years. The last time she had felt like this with another woman was with her first and last girlfriend, Emily Fitch.
Emily fitch. Her fiancé she had run away from because she realised she wasn't ready for it, and she didn't know what she wanted anymore. So she left poor Emily on her own and Naomi ran away from that life leaving everything and everyone she had ever known behind. She had been selfish and stupid.
Of course she still loved Emily, even after she had run away. Hell she even came back a few times, to try and give it another shot. Naomi never went up to Emily, instead she would watch from a distance trying to figure out what to say, but when she couldn't think of anything that might explain all the shit and trouble she caused, she would just simply say "oh fuck it" and her courage would plummet and she would run away once again.
Even after Naomi married and had two children, she still didn't forget about little Emily. Every day she would wonder if Emily was okay, how she was coping and if she had found some one else that made her happy. She wondered this for 60 years, never missing a day.
Two years ago she heard off a friend that two elderly twins in Bristol had been murdered. Instinctively she thought of Emily and her sister (who's name she couldn't recall), but more so Emily. When she asked her friend for the victim's names, she failed to get a suitable answer.
She convinced herself that there were many elderly twins in Bristol, and it was unlikely that it could have been her Emily that was hacked down. Her mind was still at unease and was pushed over the edge when the next day her friend came and told her one of the twin's names.
"I think one of the names was Kathleen." it was then when Naomi's memory sparked.
K. Emily's sister's name began with a K. Oh what was it now? Kathleen? Kathryn? Karen?
Her mind became practically poisoned with pessimism, and she started to believe that Emily's sisters name was indeed Kathleen and that Emily and Kathleen where both dead. Depression hit her very fast and very hard; she cried for days.
Nobody knew why Naomi cried then, not even her husband Tim, or her children, Emily and Jack. She told them all she needed was to be alone for a while, she needed time to think. They didn't ask what she wanted to think about; instead they just did as she asked.
Over those few days, Naomi tried to find out any information out she could about it, but as it turned out the family wanted to keep this matter private, and so it didn't appear on the news or in the paper. This made her cry even more, as she had left her first real love heart broken, and now all those years later, she found out some pathetic person who should be shot decided to murder her sweet Emily.
She began to wonder if this was how Emily felt when she first found out Naomi had left her. The pain of someone you loved with all your heart taken from you, and you weren't there to do anything or try and stop it. But at least Emily had received four very heart wrenching reassuring words as a goodbye, whilst Naomi got nothing. She couldn't even go and say goodbye one last time. Eventually the crying stopped, but the pain was still there, and she knew the guilt and the pain would follow her and linger around until she passed on.
Years after she realised that what she did to Emily was wrong and it was immature and selfish to play with the heart of the person that loved you more than anything, and if she had the choice to go back in time and change what she did, she would do it in a heartbeat, but other times she thought if she had married Emily, she wouldn't have met her husband and she would never have given birth to her two wonderful children.
Everything we decide always comes with a consequence, and everything happens for a reason. She left Emily because years later she would happily marry and settle down with a family- that was the reason fate had decided Naomi was to leave and wouldn't let her go back, but the consequence was Naomi's guilt and Emily's pain for the rest of their lives.
Naomi snapped back to reality. The other woman was staring at her.
"Are you okay? You just blanked out for a few minutes there," the woman said.
Naomi was quick to answer. "Yeah, sorry. Taking a walk down memory lane." The woman smiled.
"I'm not the only one then," she said.
They both gave a small laugh, and it was there and then that it finally clicked in Naomi's mind. Her brain had finally heard her memory yelling, "IT'S EMILY!"
Naomi's eyes locked on to the other woman studying her. The husky voice, the beauty mark below her right eye, her big brown eyes, her lovely smile and laugh, hell even her body language seemed to match perfectly to the Emily that Naomi remembered.
As she studied this woman for longer, more and more things about her Emily came back to her, and most of which matched exactly to this woman. Though a few things like Emily's red hair didn't match to this woman's white hair, but she knew the answer to why that was without even thinking. Old women with bright red hair would just look ridicules and childish. She smiled to herself at the thought of it. Everything apart from the hair and the youth matched. This was indeed her ex fiancé. After 60 years they were reunited. A wave of happiness ran over her. Her little Emily wasn't dead after all and she was so thank full for that, and now amount of words could sum up her gratitude.
Everything happens for a reason. If her husband hadn't died she would never be sat here thinking to herself. The consequence, was her husband had to die for her to be reunited with Emily- after all Naomi couldn't have it both ways, could she now?
Naomi grinned and started laughing; all the while Emily was staring at her like she was mad. She stopped herself and looked at her reunited lover.
"Emily," she breathed. But as soon as that name left her lips, doubt and worry crept back into her mind once more. She knew what question was coming next and she knew exactly how she was going to answer it.