story by leslie,
“Wouldn’t it be nice if the world had no rules, no limitations, nothing to hold us back or tie us down? In a place where emotions don’t exist and life has no absolution.”
“No, I think it’d be a sad thing… a place without emotions.”
“Emotions can only limit you; a world without emotions is a perfect world.”
Despite her deep desire for a ‘perfect world’, the idea was just simply outrageous. Two years later, she passed away on a bus headed for the next city. Due to an unknown cause the gas tank exploded. There were but a few things still intact from the explosion--her partially burned ID and a few miscellaneous items. The bus was completely annihilated, blown to pieces. At times I wonder why her ID survived; why fate was unbelievably cruel and allowed her death to be known. Maybe if she had just disappeared, there might be a possibility that she was finally able to run free and escape from behind these bars. To me, life was never the same again without her constant presence. It was a strange time for me, days passed by without my knowledge and everything stood still although time was always in motion. People moved on and Earth continued to orbit, yet it was as if none of that should be possible now. I stand before a mirror and I see myself trapped in a box called Life. I reminisce of the days we spent together.
I’m not certain about anyone else, but to me, she was the clock that kept life running.
“Hey, how’re you doing today?”
The sound of her voice surprises me. I turn around, only to find the empty orange loveseat she had admired so much. Reality is far too cruel for it to be reality. I can never shake the possibility that one day I would wake up and she would be there to greet me again.
Rising from the counter, I make my way out the door. That stench of paint still masked the room from a week before, when Adam thought Sea Breeze Green would be a fantastic change of scenery. I don’t think he fully comprehends the term ‘change of scenery’, but I know he had good intentions. For some reason he’s been tiptoeing around me lately, almost like he’s afraid of stepping on a something already broken. She was no secret—I have told Adam about her multiple times and although he thinks I’m a masochist by trying to relive it all, he still realizes it’s something I need. Taking another glance at the new color, I decide that it looks hideous; reminding me of the nauseous walls you find in a hospital.
My phone rings. I couldn’t find it anywhere yesterday but it seems like had it in my pant pocket.
“Noah! You finally answered your phone. Where the hell are you?”
“Oh, I overslept. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,”
“Make it ten. The boss is furious; she was so desperate she made me cook for the last hour.”
“I’ll be there. Just tell her I’m on my way.”
THETEMPERTRAP -- "Oh, reckless abandon; Like no one's watching you"
It's pretty good, can't wait to read more if you decide to continue it.
I'll miss all of you </3