Love With Abandon

If Life Were a Movie

"This week is movie week," Taylor announced, in her long, straight hair, " What do you have in mind?"

In my mind, I skimmed through all the movies I had watched... The Hunger Games, Letters to Juliet, Ironman, The Avengers, Ten Things I Hate About You...Titanic...

My mind stopped at that last one. Of course! My Heart Will Go On, by Celine Dion.

I idolized that song as a kid. Celine Dion was a beautiful singer, and that radiated from every one of her pores.

"How about My Heart Will Go On, by Celine Dion?" I asked.

"Are you sure?" Taylor inquired, "It was sung by a young girl a few seasons back. Pretty unbeatable performance. What' your favorite movie?"

I looked back further  into my life, remembering the sweet, innocent memories of when Sarah and I used to run into her room. She would open her computer, and we would cuddle on a pile of blankets on the corner of the room, and she would show me some of her favorite movies and musicals. She would show me movies ranging from classics Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to more recent ones like Grease, from Mulan to more complex and mature films like Les Miserables and The Phantom of the Opera. But the one similarity between all the movies we watched, were that they all featured love, whether it be sisterly or in a more romantic sense. She was a true believer, and she never gave up on the fact, despite the parental neglect.

One movie stuck out-- Pocahontas was one of Sarah's favorite movies. She admired Pocahontas's fire and will-- the  way she always fought. She told me it was the definition of true love-- the willingness to do anything for love-- to understand the circumstances and the flaws of the other, and to accept them and continue to love.

"How about Colors of the Wind? From Pocahontas?"

"All right. Perfect."

***

Thump. Thump. Plop.

The rain pattered on the creek. This place had become my spot. It was peaceful, and it was the place where I felt most connected to the world, and somehow, I felt most connected to myself. The creek was too shallow for fish or tadpoles, but it was a nice resting place for birds to come and take a cool, refreshing drink of water. Although I could never spend a lot of time here due to the unending hours of practice, I came as often as I could, to feel some sort of sanity in this crazy road.

Lately, I had been busy building a crude doghouse for the mutt. I wasn't too sure what to name him yet, but as of now, his prescense comforted me in a way that no other could have. He seemed to listen, and understand in a way that few humans could achieve. In a way, he reminded me of Sarah, and while that may seem like an insult to some, she would have took it as a compliment.

I watched as the mutt chased ducks from the pond, wagging his tail with a newfound excitement. He seemed joyful, and in a wierd way, I envied him. And somehow, for the first time, I felt like I could become someone like him.

Feeling the tall trees behind me and the snowy mountains in the distance, I finally felt a connection with the Disney song. Suddenly, I wanted to experience everything. And looking at the skies in the distance, I knew that there was one thing I wanted to give a chance.

Deep, chocolate colored brown eyes and matching hair came to mind. Very conventional features, but he had a heart of gold. I didn't know if he wanted the same from me, but if Sarah taught me one thing in her life, it was to chase after love, and experience life fully and truly. I don't know if he wants the same things as I do. I'm pretty sure he only thought of me as a sister, but this week, I want to honor my sister, and chase my dreams, just as Sarah would have done.

***

I stared at the mahogany door.

Allright, Angie, you can do this! I mentally reassured myself. You can do this.

Hesitantly, I press a fist to the door. After a few moments, a man inside yelled, "Just a sec!"

Fumbling around, I stared at the ground while I waited for Simon to open the door.

Wow, that man was really shows a lot of cleavage. He was dressed simply in kloose sweatpants and a tight, white v-neck. His usual chestnut hair was several shades darker, and spiked up in an odd angle, as if hastily dried from the shower.

"Hello, darling," he said in his proper, British accent, "What brings you here?"

"Umm," I fumbled, unable to look him in the eye. My face grew hot, and I stared at my fingers. "I was wondering where... umm... where..." I trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.

"Where what?" he inquired. Suddenly, he made a face that one would suggest he knew something I didn't. "Where does Liam live?"

I felt my face growing hotter as I nodded.

"If anyone asks, I didn't tell you a thing," he teased, writing something down on a slip of paper. "You know, you remind me of someone. Ever heard of Demi?" he mused.

"Umm," I cleared my hoarse throat, "yeah," I stated, awkwardly. "Uh, you think I'm like her?"

"Hmmm," he murmured cryptically, "Well, you'd better get to your lover boy."

"Wha-- no, I don't--"

"Goodbye," he interjected in a sing-song voice, slamming the door on me.

All right then.

***

I am so sorry I haven't been able to update, but life has been so hectic, and I couldn't find the inspiration to write anything. This year I've been struggling with, sorta life in general, and I'm still not sure if that's all done and settled yet. But what helped me get through it was reading stories on here like A Proscriptive Relationnship and My Wattpad Love. So I really hope to change others like they did me.

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Oh, and please point out mistakes, I need to find my way again.

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