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The train
had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just
standing there waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I
saw the taxi arriving from a distance.
I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself,
take good care of yourself."
She didn't talk but simply nodded lightly and then opened
up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out onto the street. Out
in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one
black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her
and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me
from her forever. I stood by the car, staring into the dark
window at the first and last love in my life, walking out of my
life. The car took off into the street. Finally I couldn't
hold my sorrow and the twisted lies in my heart any longer. I
waved my arms rapidly and chased after the taxi, because I knew
this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I
still love her. I wanted to tell her to stay. I wanted to tell
her so much. However, the taxi had already turned into the
corner. Warm tears streamed down my face, blended together with
the cold raindrops. I was cold not because of the rain. I was
cold inside.
She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory and his diary I found one year after he left, writing down these last words.
nmq
She begged and said, "Lets go in the park for just a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."
My cold
heart softened at her pleas, but I still put up an annoyed face
and walked into the park. I was just sitting on the benches
looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and
she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we
wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago.
If I remember it right, it said,
"Chris
and Susan was here,
Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate.
Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day,
always loving each other, forever."
She was
looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with
tears on her face.
She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there
anymore."
I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain flowing into my
heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before.
But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said,
"Can we go now?"
I opened up my big black umbrella, while she simply stood there,
not wanting to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance.
She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl
didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll
change, can't we start over?"
I didn't say a word, looked down and shook my head. After
which, we just kept on walking towards the train station without
saying a single word to each other.
Chris'
diary:
Real story
#1/3
It had been raining for more than
a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and
gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third
time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why
she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby
seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red
umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she
was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain,
wearing not enough to keep her warm.
I walked up to her and said, "You
shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we
shouldn't be together.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you
home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share
mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's
go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart,
"No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she
said she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must have felt when she came all the way here in this kind of weather and I treated her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building,
on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got
along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies,
and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I
didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl
of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having
lived together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each
other. After she graduated, she went back home and I stayed for
one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able
to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for
long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.
nmq- credit to
http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/sadlovestories2.htm
Part two coming soon