ETERNITY
Marcus shifted a little on his seat, the thick column of smoke rising from the roasted turkey being served on their table. He was with his girlfriend that time, Samara. They were both out of college, and thankfully they have had their own stable jobs. Marcus Pierre, a French twenty-eight year old, was promoted to Chief Manager of the Korean Airlines that morning and upon receiving the excellent news, he invited Samara Wilkins to a candle-lit dinner at a nearby sophisticated restaurant downtown. Samara has finished college two months ago, right after Marcus did. Her job was in an advertising agency, and she worked there as one of the most respected and highly-paid in the staff. Marcus, as a responsible boyfriend, he never forgot to spend time with his girlfriend even when he was often busy at work. Most of their friends always say that they have never seen a couple so lovable and every wonderful word you could say about them. This made their bond even stronger. Marcus lived alone, since his parents are dead and neither did he have a sibling. On the other hand Samara has a family. She lives with her father who was completely strict and a younger fourteen-year old sister. Eversince they were teens, their relationship was well-hidden to Samara's father since they both knew her dad might go ballistic when he finds out. But when they stepped into college, they told her father about it. At first he resisted but Samara discussed with him about it. However, even if they knew his father was just forced to let them keep their relationship, Marcus was sure Samara's dad was just keeping his anger deep inside. He was a hundred percent sure there was mounting anger inside him about Marcus – which he strongly felt even before they first met on person. Marcus always remembered the time when Samara's father talked to him on private and threatened him not to "touch" his daughter or he would surely kill him. Marcus was horrified at this, so he didn't have any choice but to follow his rules.
… "Er – what are we going to do after dinner?" Marcus asked, leaning back so the waiter could place the plate in front of him.
Samara grinned. "Anywhere's okay- at our house?" she suggested.
Marcus was a little nervous when she said that. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to spit out that he was terrified of her father or she might think he was just chickening out.
"That's fine – is – er – your father there?" he asked nervously.
Samara shook her head. Marcus breathed deeply. "Cool," he muttered.
Right after dinner, they returned inside Marcus' car (a black sedan), and drove quietly to Samara's house uptown.
They arrived at her home a little while later and entered the house as soon as they got out of the vehicle. Samara led him to the living room and switched on the lights. Then she took out a huge bottle of wine and two tiny cups.
"Are you sure you wanna drink? If your father knows…"
Samara smiled. "Its okay, not to worry." she said.
She then filled the cups with wine and handed a cup to her boyfriend. They sat on the couch, sharing stories while they drank. A few hours later, they were both half-unconscious spread-eagled on the couch on top of each other, cuddling and smooching – completely drunk.
Unfortunately, Samara's dad came home and at the instant that he saw the scene inside the living room, he grabbed Marcus by the neck and dragged him across the floor. Both were suddenly returning to their consciousness, and Samara started to scream, trying to stop her father from hurting her boyfriend.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" he bellowed, still dragging Marcus across the wooden floor.
Marcus was crying out in pain and even if he was a bit tall, he couldn't overrule the power Samara's dad had, since he was very muscular.
"No – dad – please!" Samara cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
His father kicked the wardrobe at the corner of the room and it sprung open. He grabbed his shotgun and continued dragging Marcus until he reached outside. Then he dragged him a little more inside the sedan and started the engine. Samara came running after them but her dad drove onto the driveway as fast as he can. Inside the car, Marcus was terribly horrified. Samara's father was fuming. The nerves on his neck were throbbing hard, and he was driving as fast as he can. When Marcus attempted to jerk the steering wheel to the left, Mr. Wilkins aimed at him and punched at his face with all his might. Marcus cried out in pain, covering his face with his hands. A little while later the car stopped and Mr. Wilkins dragged him out of the car. Marcus' vision was a little blurred, and his nose and lips were bleeding but he could still make out the night sky. They were on a long, enormous bridge. Mr. Wilkins checked if the coast was clear and when he made sure there was no one peeking at them, he dragged Marcus across the street and onto the edge of the bridge. The river below was in a violent current and Mr. Wilkins smirked at this. He grabbed Marcus again by the scruffs of his neck and didn't even hesitate. He lifted him up high in the air, and threw him off the bridge. Marcus was screaming very loudly, but no one heard it. He was falling, falling…
ahhhhhhhh……… he was screaming very loudly as he fell from the bridge, seeing Mr. Wilkin's horrid face sneering at him from the top.
SMASH. his body plunged into the deep river and his head collided with the rocks at the riverbank. Blood splattered everywhere. The current then swallowed him full into the river and sailed him away.
Mr. Wilkin's heart suddenly stopped beating. He came to his consciousness that he killed somebody. He felt as though he was losing air. He was gasping for breath. A moment later, he fell face flat on the ground, dead and completely lifeless.
The morning sun rose to the east and crowds of people were buzzing around the dead body at the edge of bridge. The police were investigating on the body, taking pictures and data.
"Let's bring him to the hospital for autopsy." the chief officer ordered. The nurses then carried the body of Mr. Wilkins and brought him to the morgue. Samara who was crying all night received a telephone call that early morning with the news that her father's body was found. She was extremely sad about this, but she was even more anxious about Marcus. She kept questioning herself where he is, how he is. Tears fell from her eyes as she sat on the couch, crying her heart out. Suddenly a news flash on the tv said that a man's badly-beaten body was found at the riverbank of a nearby village this morning.
"Police say there might have been a foul act involved in this case. The body is still at the maintenance of Shefferdon Medical Center for advanced autopsy." the newscaster said.
Samara clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes growing wider and wider. "Oh my god…" she murmured, columns of tears falling down her eyes. For a minute or two, she was struck with shock and depression. When she realized that it was really Marcus the reporter was talking about, she fell out of her seat and broke into extremely anguished sobs. She pounded the floor with her fist and kept calling his name.
Then she dashed out of the house and entering her father's own car, she sped out into the driveway and drove to the hospital as fast as she can. However while she was passing the same bridge where she knew her father died according to the police, she stopped the car. She then stared out into the river at the side of the bridge. Tears were still welling from her eyes – but not because of depression – it was of extreme anger.
"I DESPISE YOU AS MY FATHER!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Flaming with anger, she climbed the bridge and jumped off.
Falling, she uttered her last scream and fell into the deep pit of water – and died.
That was the last they have ever heard about the three – and a big news that spread throughout the villages in that city – about the everlasting love of Marcus and Samara – their love which will never die – never. The love which will grow even if it reaches the depths of hell – the love which has no eternity… … … …
