All I Asked. | Chapter II
Previously On All I Asked. | Chapter I.
All I Asked.
“In French, you don’t say ‘I miss you.’ You say ‘tu me manques’ which means, ‘you are missing from me’, and with each thought of missing you, there comes a glitter of sand falling from the sky, then there comes The Sahara.”
— — Author.
II
“Run!!! Remember? We had a plan!” He yelled at me, with the expression of fear and agony in his eyes.
Indeed, we had a plan long time ago in case this situation happens, but it was only until then, did I realize how hard it is to actually carry out this plan.
“No! I am not leaving without you.” I was choked with sobs (but with a totally different reason) while Owen was grappling with these men.
“It is the only way for you to survive, and the only chance to rescue me.” He firmly warned me with his last voice before he fainted.
In order to rescue him, I abandoned him.
The moment I started to run, the men lifted Owen up, and left.
The moment I started to run, the ring fell on the ground.
The moment I started to run, Owen’s favorite song played by the record player became an elegy, an elegy to our life.
The moment I started to run, our loved died, and so did my soul...
Only until a month later, did I realize he was lying. He knew there was no way to rescue him, he told me that only to keep me alive.
Only until almost a year later, did I stop choking with tears on a daily basis.
During that year, I never stopped searching for his trace, and all I got was nothing but disappointment. Sometimes, I couldn’t stand the solitude, tears handle it for me.
It was just a matter of time, that we both sank into oblivion from each other’s mind.
Nearly a year had passed, it was the 2nd of December, a starry night. I decided to start writing a memoir, to commemorate our love before all my memories fade, or before I get caught, eventually.
I opened the notebook in front of me. I let the luminescence of the incandescent bulbs embrace my body with a slice of warmth. I closed my eyes, cast through all the precious memories slowly and carefully.
“The moment I saw Owen, I flipped. It was like a magic trick, clearing all my fear and insecurity, turning strangers into lovers.
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It was the second year. The second year after I met Owen. The second year in Florence, Owen’s hometown.
We almost got caught on our second anniversary. We were drunk and we were on our way back to our apartment. I was thinking of the past 2 years: we could only hold hand in our apartment, we could only kiss in our apartment, everything, only in our apartment, the basement with no window. It sounded ironic to me, but being in the basement was more like a date than an actual date in a proper restaurant. Every time we walked out from the basement, we became strangers.
We were straying along the street togther at mid-night, the only time we could act like lovers. With alcohol making most of the efforts, I felt like I have to speak up for myself before the dawn.
‘Why is it so fucking hard to just be like a normal lover!’ I yelled at the spacious street of the mid-night Florence with a voice of anger.
The sonorous echo from the silent street came back to us immediately, it was like the city was speaking for me. It was like the world was standing up for me.
Both of us kept silence after that.
That night, we ran back to our basement with possibly 100 polices chasing us behind.
Perhaps, it was a blessing from the God, we made it.
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Unfortunately, our story ended last Christmas, on our third anniversary. I bought him a record player from Mrs. Isabelle. He asked me to share my life with him, I remember, he sounded a little timid and nervous. I couldn’t believe it took him 3 years to ask.
Perhaps, I have already exhausted all my fortune by meeting him. God never blessed us on that night, we never made it through.
Freezing flakes fell from the sky, blended with my scalding tears, making a white vapor which then evaporated into the sky with our affection.
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I shouldn’t have listened to his word. I shouldn’t have left him behind, there is no life without him.
I swear to God, if I have another chance, I shall stay with him. If our love is to end in fire, then we shall all burn together. And if he shall die, then we shall all die together.
I have once thought a life with him, a fucking good one, and now, I have no choice but too see it vanish with all my memories.
I once thought loving someone is the harshest thing on this planet, actually, giving up someone I love is even harsher.
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I shouldn’t have tasted the sweetness of love, it is too addictive.
To be continued.
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