Re: A story of EHHS
I've experienced something like this
It was
The Worst Moment of My Life
I had been running. I had to stop. I was almost there. I fell to my knees, breathless. What had happened? Why was I here
It was over, and the end had only ended moments ago. She was gone like the smoke from a candle sent on a trip by the wind. The only thing I could remember was the moments I had been with her. The highs now seemed mountainous, and the lows meaningless. Why me? Why now? Had I angered God that he must take his angel away? In a flash, I found my feet. I had been on my knees. The dirt that stained the legs of my borrowed suit pants went entirely unnoticed as I ran. She had driven off this way. If I followed this road, I would find her. Maybe at home, maybe at a cafe, maybe at church. She'd be there, waiting for me. It was all a mistake. I must have misinterpreted what she'd said. Truly, it must all have been a mistake.
And so I ran. I ran ceaselessly. I ran without tiring. For hours I ran. I ran until the heat and the wind were simply too much. I sat down, tormented. Knowing each moment a wasted was a moment she could be getting farther from me. I had to find her. I had to get up. I had to get going. Then a car came. I waved my arms frantically. The car had to stop. It did. Good. The driver was a little bit older than me, and didn't seem to want to talk. I pulled out my wallet, gave him five hundred dollars, and told him her address. I rode in silence.
My mind flashed like a photo book. Jenna and I on our first date. Jenna and I skiing. Jenna and I swimming. Jenna and I so deeply in love. Jenna and I the night I asked her to marry me. It was all so crystal clear. How could something so perfect have been shattered just like that? It could not be. Truly, there must be some mistake. Nothing man nor beast could destroy something as perfect as our love. It was the most simple and beautiful thing in all the world. But where was it now? There was a mistake.
I jolted awake as the man arrived at her house. He said "You going to get out or what?" I nodded, and exited his vehicle. In a flash, just seeing the doorway triggered another flood of memories. The first time I entered this house, sheltering her from the rain with my coat. The movies, the popcorn, the kisses. The tastes, smells, and sights hit my mind so hard I nearly jerked at the sight. I had to talk to her. I had to make this right.
I still had my key. She hadn't asked for it back. It was after dark now, and I didn't want her to think I was some sort of prowler, so I entered quietly. The table, the couch, the television. So many memories. There was the stove at which I had cooked her breakfast countless times, there was the painting we had made together, and there was the dog I had helped name and raise from a puppy over these last few years.
"Down Scotty. It's me."
The dog crept back into it's box, and I crept up the stairs. She was close. It was monday. We used to watch Heroes on mondays. She would be in bed now, in the purple night gown I had bought her for christmas last year. Holding the remote in her left hand, holding me with her right. But I wasn't there, I was here. But I could be there. I would be there. I quickened my pace up the stairs, still not making a sound. I reached the top of the staircase. A shiver ran up my spine as my hand ran up the banister, my fingers grazing the small indentations I knew so well. She took these stairs two at a time going up, but only one by one going down. She always led with her left foot. Her right hand would always grip the banister firmly. Her creamy white arms held close to her body, like an angel descending from heaven. She was only a room away.
I walked to the door to her room. I could hear the television through the door. I flung open the door, and made myself known. She was there, and there was someone else on her right hand. She screamed, he stood and looked for something to grab frantically. "Jenna. I love you..." I said. It was all too much. I felt my knees falling out from under me, but I braced myself against the wall to stand and face her.
"James, what are you doing here?"
Her voice, as soft as the cooing of a young white dove. It drifted through the air and struck me. It held an unspoken meaning. As though I didn't belong. As though this wasn't where I should be. Should I go? Was coming here a mistake? Was I wrong from the beginning? Had she ever loved me?
No. This was where I belonged. I belonged here. In this house. With her. There was nowhere else for me.
"Jenna, I love you."
I said it again, then again, and again. I chanted it. It was my only thought.
"James, you need to leave, or I'm calling the police."
Then I said, "This is Spartaaaaaaaaaa!" and kicked her in a hole.
I've experienced something like this
It was
The Worst Moment of My Life
I had been running. I had to stop. I was almost there. I fell to my knees, breathless. What had happened? Why was I here
It was over, and the end had only ended moments ago. She was gone like the smoke from a candle sent on a trip by the wind. The only thing I could remember was the moments I had been with her. The highs now seemed mountainous, and the lows meaningless. Why me? Why now? Had I angered God that he must take his angel away? In a flash, I found my feet. I had been on my knees. The dirt that stained the legs of my borrowed suit pants went entirely unnoticed as I ran. She had driven off this way. If I followed this road, I would find her. Maybe at home, maybe at a cafe, maybe at church. She'd be there, waiting for me. It was all a mistake. I must have misinterpreted what she'd said. Truly, it must all have been a mistake.
And so I ran. I ran ceaselessly. I ran without tiring. For hours I ran. I ran until the heat and the wind were simply too much. I sat down, tormented. Knowing each moment a wasted was a moment she could be getting farther from me. I had to find her. I had to get up. I had to get going. Then a car came. I waved my arms frantically. The car had to stop. It did. Good. The driver was a little bit older than me, and didn't seem to want to talk. I pulled out my wallet, gave him five hundred dollars, and told him her address. I rode in silence.
My mind flashed like a photo book. Jenna and I on our first date. Jenna and I skiing. Jenna and I swimming. Jenna and I so deeply in love. Jenna and I the night I asked her to marry me. It was all so crystal clear. How could something so perfect have been shattered just like that? It could not be. Truly, there must be some mistake. Nothing man nor beast could destroy something as perfect as our love. It was the most simple and beautiful thing in all the world. But where was it now? There was a mistake.
I jolted awake as the man arrived at her house. He said "You going to get out or what?" I nodded, and exited his vehicle. In a flash, just seeing the doorway triggered another flood of memories. The first time I entered this house, sheltering her from the rain with my coat. The movies, the popcorn, the kisses. The tastes, smells, and sights hit my mind so hard I nearly jerked at the sight. I had to talk to her. I had to make this right.
I still had my key. She hadn't asked for it back. It was after dark now, and I didn't want her to think I was some sort of prowler, so I entered quietly. The table, the couch, the television. So many memories. There was the stove at which I had cooked her breakfast countless times, there was the painting we had made together, and there was the dog I had helped name and raise from a puppy over these last few years.
"Down Scotty. It's me."
The dog crept back into it's box, and I crept up the stairs. She was close. It was monday. We used to watch Heroes on mondays. She would be in bed now, in the purple night gown I had bought her for christmas last year. Holding the remote in her left hand, holding me with her right. But I wasn't there, I was here. But I could be there. I would be there. I quickened my pace up the stairs, still not making a sound. I reached the top of the staircase. A shiver ran up my spine as my hand ran up the banister, my fingers grazing the small indentations I knew so well. She took these stairs two at a time going up, but only one by one going down. She always led with her left foot. Her right hand would always grip the banister firmly. Her creamy white arms held close to her body, like an angel descending from heaven. She was only a room away.
I walked to the door to her room. I could hear the television through the door. I flung open the door, and made myself known. She was there, and there was someone else on her right hand. She screamed, he stood and looked for something to grab frantically. "Jenna. I love you..." I said. It was all too much. I felt my knees falling out from under me, but I braced myself against the wall to stand and face her.
"James, what are you doing here?"
Her voice, as soft as the cooing of a young white dove. It drifted through the air and struck me. It held an unspoken meaning. As though I didn't belong. As though this wasn't where I should be. Should I go? Was coming here a mistake? Was I wrong from the beginning? Had she ever loved me?
No. This was where I belonged. I belonged here. In this house. With her. There was nowhere else for me.
"Jenna, I love you."
I said it again, then again, and again. I chanted it. It was my only thought.
"James, you need to leave, or I'm calling the police."
Then I said, "This is Spartaaaaaaaaaa!" and kicked her in a hole.
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