🎶"I, I've been falling for you tonight,
And I , I've waiting to say
Waiting to say... waiting to say...,
That In a world like this.,
You ain't gonna be getting any romeo and Juliet and so I need to say that
Coz I have been concealing feelings tonight,
Oh I can't show a smile tonight, seeing you smile while he grabs your waist
And just as the time ticks on tonight
My heart. breaks. into. pieces."🎶
As he violently streams on his guitar while playing the tune over and over again. Trying to forget the painful memories but it just seems to appear in his conscious mind.
*flashback*
"I hate you."
Train starts to move.
"No!,don't leave me hanging here,I'm not who you think I am, just please understand!."
I run with the train just as it speeds up.
"Hear me out please...." as I look at the ground with no hope.
I lost her....and she was never even mine.
*end of flashback*
Closing his eyes and feeling the tears form inside , he starts playing the guitar in an aggressive manner. Playing the guitar out of key until he reaches the point where he cuts the tip of his index finger.
"First -aid kit, where is it ?" , as he questioned himself as he tried to reach the drawer and that's when at the wrong time something gets in his way. A wedding card with rich embroidery and colour as the name plastered on the card. Reading the names of the card , tears fall one by one down his cheeks as his mind floods with memories.
Aalia Franchesta weds Robin Nelvis
Scrunching the card , he throws the card away and forgets about the pain in his finger because the scar in his heart was much painful and the tears in his eyes were chanting someone's name. He looks at the mirror on the side of his lounge room while he thinks to himself
"It's funny what time could do , half our life relies on that. It turns our world around, people change and.. we change ..too. Faking a smile is what we can do in this world .Physically showing your happy doesn't mean it heals the scar in our heart, the painful memories in our past and the defected emotions inside of us..or does it?."
Let's go back 10 years ago:
A fresh newspaper sprawled on the train station floor as I walk towards the bin. Looking side by side and making sure it wasn't anyone else's, I quickly grab the newspaper and read the headline :
Business tycoon: Mr Franchesta 's daughter still on the look out for 8 years:
Reading the headline , I see a picture of a young girl with soft , wavy hair and gentle eyes. Her face was oval shaped and her eyes lips make a plump heart shape. Just then, I realise a little birth mark on the side of her wrist. Continue reading the newspaper, something catches my eye.
On the left side of the article it was written:
Anyone who finds Mr Franchesta's daughter , will be be given the reward of 500,000 dollars by himself.
"Unbelievable!!!....500,000 dollars would be enough to feed myself for the rest of my life and my annoying side chick" I smirked in my mind. Obviously in my mind. Well that was what I thought.
That's when I hear a few conversations and gossips about the same topic. Chattering about who might have kidnapped the daughter and other believing she was dead. Asking questions to myself while startling the others with my weird sense of thinking.
"Sorry!", as I asked with embarrassment. Damn I'm so stupid,I said it out loud
Receiving stares by the older people and giggles from the girls and that's when I was
casually just looking at my watch when reality hit me,
" Meeting is at 4:30 and it's already 4:35." As I mentally slapped my face.
Running on my way back home while panting for air. ThIs was literally the worst idea.
"Aro?" I heard a hoarse voice call me while sneaking through the back door. "Damn it" I mentally screamed while making my way to the lounge room. It was in the time of winter as the chilly breeze spun it's way to the window, I shut it turning around to see the rickety rocking chair move whilst dad was reading the fresh newspaper. His face was covered by the newpaper whilst he spoke
"
why are you so late?..stealing the loaf of bread ?".
I sighed in disbelief on how he could read my actions like a book.
I shuffled side to side in awkwardness whilst scratching the back of my head.
"Dad I --"
"are late? " he interrupted while placing the newspaper on the side table and looked at me .
Slowly ushering me to come closer,
"go get it boy" he whispered while smiling with his wrinkly face.
All we could do was smile in the moment . In his eyes you could see the guilt and pain over powering one another.
"Gotta run back to work" I detached myself from the moment as I wiped the tear that slipped out as I stared at his ash grey eyes.
"scoot outta here " he laughed.
I turned back to see take a glimpse of his eyes but all I saw was rickety chair with no one there... It was just a memory...he was just memory.
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Hundered Miles
Romance" One last kiss please.." He asked pulling her closer and securing his fingers around her wrist. She looked at him. She jerked back and walked away holding her suitcase in her hand, Just as the train was about leave, she looked back and saw the pret...
