Gone

Chenzy

I glided silently into the pitch-black master bedroom, careful as to not wake Chenzy up. I tiptoed slowly on the wooden floor of our two story house we just barely managed to afford after the budget cuts made from my company. I felt for our king sized bed located at the far left of our room, adjacent to the large window. I moved my hand across the almost-silky comforter for the left-side of the bed. I always loved sitting by the window, sunshine in your face greeting you after a nice sleep. It comforted me, along with my husband, Chenzy, of course. 

I drifted along the bed, leading to the pillows and hand-carved backboard. I felt for the white sheets carefully, then slid into the bed. 

My eyes fluttered and I tossed my body quietly to face Chenzy. I still couldn't see anything, but I knew by heart what he looked like and envisioned his perfect, chiseled face, dark brown hair, sparkling blue eyes closed, and toned body facing me. 

"Goodnight, Chenzy," I whispered inaudibly, I barely heard myself. 

As my eyelids unwillingly dropped shut, I thought back to how Chenzy and I first met. How it all led us to become married for one year, 11 months, and fourteen days.

I was in college, heading home after Christmas break. I had been awaiting the train for an hour to arrive, when I heard a muffled voice somewhere near me. 

I looked around, taking my eyes off of the tracks for the first time since I had been dropped off by my parents. There was a handsome boy, who seemed around my age staring straight at my face, "Sorry, did you say something?" I asked the boy. 

"Hm? Me? No," the boy seemed a bit startled when I asked him the simple question. 

"Oh. My bad," I let out a nervous laugh and forced smile, turning my head back to the tracks while taking another glimpse of him out of the corner of my eyes. 

"Are you waiting for Train C, too?" The boy asked with his arms and legs crossed while leaning against the wall behind him. 

"Yeah, it's taking forever for it to come. Only for us to sit down and wait 10 more hours," I replied trying to keep the conversation going to learn more about this boy. I always had the urge to learn things right-then-and-there when I had even the slightest bit of curiosity. 

"TEN?? I knew it was long, but TEN?? I should've flown back to college." 

"I wish I had that option, what's your name?" I smiled at the boy. 

"Ch...y" the boy's voice was overpowered by our train's arrival. 

The blondish part of my hair blew into my face from the wind the train had cause. I brought my tanned hand up to my head to brush through my dirty blonde hair at the top of my head, down my pin-straight hair that transformed into blonde naturally. 

"Sorry?" A friendly smile formed on my mouth, "Chenzy? That's a cool name. I like it." 

"What? No, I'm Charlie. What's your name?" He forced a smile as we walked towards the train. 

"I'm Valentina. Most people just call me Val or 'V' though," I smiled again, a habit of mine when I talk to new people, or really anyone. 

"You're name is like Valentine, from Valentine's Day. I like it. It suits you," a smile formed on his face almost immediately, I wasn't sure if it was flirty or just friendly. 

"Yeah, my parents moved to America from France on Valentine's Day, so they named me Valentina," I giggled. 

"I'm gonna call you Love. That's what I think of when I hear Valentina, Love." 

We stepped onto the train almost simultaneously and walked to the back of the very elaborate train, as fancy as a train can be. We took our seats next to each other on tan leather chairs that seemed decently new, continuing our conversation.