It's been nine long weeks since Rueben died. On the third week, I met the someone who I hoped would be my forever. On the sixth to seventh week, I found he was cheating on me with a girl who tried to kill me. He didn't move when she kissed him, and that confirmed my thoughts. In the last three weeks, I tried to recover.
Green grass going back as far as the eye can see. A lovely cheery house in the distance. Multiple flowers grew in every direction. Lukas, a bit older, smiling while playing with a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. In my hands layed a sleeping toddler with blond locks opening her green eyes and laughing.
No. I needed to move on. Forget Lukas, forget Maya, forget the times we had. I had only opened the door when Olivia brought up food. While I sat, I started to listen to music, draw pictures, imagine building. At times, when I had nothing to do, I thought about him. His hair, his eyes, his perfect mouth, and the way he looked at me as if I were the most beautiful thing on Earth. But those were lies.
The picture never faded.
I got myself ready for the day. A cute burgendy top was matched with a dark pair of jeans. My hair was wavey, falling down to the back of my shoulder blades. The sound of knocking came multiple times over the weekend, but I was too distracted to care. This time, I was a bit curious. I leaned in to the doorway listening. Nobody talked, but you could hear footsteps. Cushions moved. The person walking inside must have sat down. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and slipped the key in the lock, opening the door. I made no sound.
I couldn't see the face. The stairs blocked out most of it. One thing I did catch was a sight of Lukas' blond hair.
And he saw me.
I slammed the door shut, fumbling with the lock. He rushed up the stairs, trying to open the door before I could shut it. I finally fit the key in the lock.
"I know you are in there, Jesse," Lukas shouted.
I sat next to the door hoping to keep it closed. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to hear him.
"Jesse, I need you to open the door!" He screamed.
I shut my ears tightly.
"Go away!" I yelled.
"No. I can't do that," His voice was now just barely above a whisper.
I walked to my bed tired. Done. I hopped in, covering myself up with blankets and sheets. No more Lukas.
Soon, I fell asleep.
Green grass going back as far as the eye can see. A lovely cheery house in the distance. Multiple flowers grew in every direction. Lukas, a bit older, smiling while playing with a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. In my hands layed a sleeping toddler with blond locks opening her green eyes and laughing.
I woke up, sweating and gasping for air. It was just another image that had shown up in my dreams. Why wouldn't it go away?
The window creaked open as I layed back down, hoping to not be discovered by the intruder. Instead, a blond hair boy came with blue eyes shining like diamonds, a smile white as pearls, a jacket black as coal. No. He walked closer to me, letting his hand fall on my shoulder.
"Don't touch me," My voice came out stiff, firm, and serious.
He didn't seem surprized, he just pulled his hand back, kneeling down. I shut my eyes, I am done.
"Jesse, remember our first date, I took you to my house, and before we went inside, do you remember what I said?"
"Don't let him get into your head," I muttered. He must have been close, because he heard me.
"Please, hear me out," he whispered. My eyes flew open to see his face.
"I really love you, I only love you, I never loved Maya and right now she's locked up in prison," I want to believe him, but something kept me back. I said nothing.
"You didn't move when she kissed you," The last thing that kept me from holding him again was there.
He paused. His arms picked me up from the bed, and he pushed me up against a wall.
"I never wanted to hurt you," He whispered into my ear.
We kissed.
Green grass going back as far as the eye can see. A lovely cheery house in the distance. Multiple flowers grew in every direction. Lukas, a bit older, smiling while playing with a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. In my hands layed a sleeping toddler with blond locks opening her green eyes and laughing.
No. I needed to move on. Forget Lukas, forget Maya, forget the times we had. I had only opened the door when Olivia brought up food. While I sat, I started to listen to music, draw pictures, imagine building. At times, when I had nothing to do, I thought about him. His hair, his eyes, his perfect mouth, and the way he looked at me as if I were the most beautiful thing on Earth. But those were lies.
The picture never faded.
I got myself ready for the day. A cute burgendy top was matched with a dark pair of jeans. My hair was wavey, falling down to the back of my shoulder blades. The sound of knocking came multiple times over the weekend, but I was too distracted to care. This time, I was a bit curious. I leaned in to the doorway listening. Nobody talked, but you could hear footsteps. Cushions moved. The person walking inside must have sat down. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and slipped the key in the lock, opening the door. I made no sound.
I couldn't see the face. The stairs blocked out most of it. One thing I did catch was a sight of Lukas' blond hair.
And he saw me.
I slammed the door shut, fumbling with the lock. He rushed up the stairs, trying to open the door before I could shut it. I finally fit the key in the lock.
"I know you are in there, Jesse," Lukas shouted.
I sat next to the door hoping to keep it closed. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to hear him.
"Jesse, I need you to open the door!" He screamed.
I shut my ears tightly.
"Go away!" I yelled.
"No. I can't do that," His voice was now just barely above a whisper.
I walked to my bed tired. Done. I hopped in, covering myself up with blankets and sheets. No more Lukas.
Soon, I fell asleep.
Green grass going back as far as the eye can see. A lovely cheery house in the distance. Multiple flowers grew in every direction. Lukas, a bit older, smiling while playing with a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. In my hands layed a sleeping toddler with blond locks opening her green eyes and laughing.
I woke up, sweating and gasping for air. It was just another image that had shown up in my dreams. Why wouldn't it go away?
The window creaked open as I layed back down, hoping to not be discovered by the intruder. Instead, a blond hair boy came with blue eyes shining like diamonds, a smile white as pearls, a jacket black as coal. No. He walked closer to me, letting his hand fall on my shoulder.
"Don't touch me," My voice came out stiff, firm, and serious.
He didn't seem surprized, he just pulled his hand back, kneeling down. I shut my eyes, I am done.
"Jesse, remember our first date, I took you to my house, and before we went inside, do you remember what I said?"
"Don't let him get into your head," I muttered. He must have been close, because he heard me.
"Please, hear me out," he whispered. My eyes flew open to see his face.
"I really love you, I only love you, I never loved Maya and right now she's locked up in prison," I want to believe him, but something kept me back. I said nothing.
"You didn't move when she kissed you," The last thing that kept me from holding him again was there.
He paused. His arms picked me up from the bed, and he pushed me up against a wall.
"I never wanted to hurt you," He whispered into my ear.
We kissed.
5 years later.
Green grass going back as far as the eye can see. A lovely cheery house in the distance. Multiple flowers grew in every direction. Lukas, a bit older, smiling while playing with a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. In my hands layed a sleeping toddler with blond locks opening her green eyes and laughing. This isn't the image. This is my life.
THE END