Janna, if you're reading this, don't forget that I love you even if I've forgotten everything about you.
Forever in love,
James
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Spring's wind kissed her silk-like skin, sprinkled with some freckles on her shoulder blades. She felt a little breeze, but without minding, she continued to walk.
'What a great time to read,' she thought and a smile crept privately in her face.
Under a maple tree, there stood a wooden bench which had already witnessed time as it passed by.
"Are these people still together?" she mumbled as she touched the inscribed doodles of names on the bench. She couldn't help but to think if are they still alive or still together. A soft sigh escaped from her as she opened her purse and get her favorite book. She smelled the pages of the book like it was her drug, then a scent of euphoria struck her.
"Look out!" she stammered but it was too late. A little green Frisbee already hit the book while she's smelling it. The book was pushed towards her face and unfortunately, her little pointy nose got a little bit injured...just a bit.
"Ouch," she squealed for a second as she touched her nose. Such a cutie. A boy wearing board shorts and an 'I love Brooklyn' shirt came running towards her. A typical city boy-next-door. There's concern in his eyes and a sorry in his voice.
"Miss, are you okay? I'm sor-," he knelt in front of her to check if she's okay. He even tried to touch her but she jolted immediately. An amused expression was painted on his face but he just shook the thought off.
"I-I'm okay," she bluffed then grabbed her book and stood up, not even facing the guy who's in front of her. She tried to walk and run at the same time while he just stared at her with concern, but it must be her day. A strong afternoon wind blew just enough to make her lacy white dress blow up. She didn't have enough hands to pull it down since she's holding her nose on the right and a book on her left. Good thing, she was wearing her cycling shorts.
A soft chuckle that eventually turned into a boisterous laughter came from the boy few meters away from her. He was sitting on the bench, trying to suppress his laughter but he was very unsuccessful in doing so. 'He saw it! He saw everything! How embarrassing!' her mind continued to replay it over and over just to remind her that that day was her luckiest day...not. She breathed deeply and let a loud sigh. But instead of running away in shame, she turned to him and smiled. A sweet and genuine smile. In that, he stopped laughing and squinted his eyes to see her clearly. He was not mistaken, she's smiling.
"Long time no see, James," she waved to him.
Her sun-kissed hair was blown to her face but her smile didn't falter. Then she started to walk away, leaving him clueless of what happened. But that smile, he knew then that something was behind it. That smile sent shiver to his spine.
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Oblivion (Short Story)
Short StoryAthazagoraphobia (n) fear of being forgotten; fear of oblivion A winter love story of James and Janna, forgotten by time, buried in love. { A l l R i g h t s R e s e r v e d 2 0 1 5 }