Desperate Love

Chapter 5

Andrew was walking towards a dark gloomy hallway. He might have seen this place before. He recalled which this place was. This was the arena where he proposed 'the bitch' to be his girlfriend. Yes, he used to remember her ex by the name of The Bitch. The name was suitable enough, which he believed. It was that hallway of the opera theater which he equipped for a day just to make the day special between them.

He continued walking towards the hallway and his footsteps stopped where he found the bunch of flowers were laid down on the floor that he had given her. Those were ragged enough, dull and decayed. Those stained flowers were the signs of how much worthless and obsolete those memories were.

"It's a dream!"

He tried to open his eyes the best possible way he could, but he felt like he already had his eyes open because of the visualization.

He did not want to go through those memories again, which were once meant to be sweeter for him, now turned into bitter ones. None of those memories were special to him anymore rather than being painful. Part of his brain still put those in his memory, as a human being. Nevertheless, he wanted to remove every inch of those memories where he spent his time with The Bitch. Roaming again into the place was making him feel like dreadful!

He wondered why on the earth he had been going through the place where he was not supposed to be anymore. He wondered if it was a way to remove those portions of memory by walking through those old and valueless events. He wondered if it was a way to get over those useless things that were lingering around him.

Suddenly Andrew anticipated that his legs were floating around the hallway rather than walking by his own foot.

Then within a short span of time, the gloomy place turned into a maze, if probably described, it was like a puzzled place where many gigantic high walls were distributed in the form of conundrum where it was close to unfeasible to find the end gate. There was a low light, neither too dark nor bright. He wanted to run away from this perplexed maze-like hallucination; it was agonizing for him to go through the mystic place as he could not fathom what was actually going on.

"Relax, Andrew. Just relax! It's nothing but a dream."

He decided to walk forward to the maze staying relax. Nothing could harm him; after all it was a dream! However, whatever things he was seeing there were related to his life, he believed, starting from his own childhood to his present. Though some events were not consequential, he could catch when and where those memories of him belonged to.

He saw the toys that he loved to play along every day. He went forward of the maze and saw a little stethoscope replica and a small doctor-apron lied on the floor; it was the stethoscope that he managed to buy with the money he collected by his own, and last but not least, the apron. They bought those when he was in his third grade, at his age of eight. Becoming a doctor was his dream. In all probability that was the reason for which he had chosen to buy these for his fancy dress program. Part of his memory made it fade away, as it was something which he had to give up, as a hobby, way long time ago.

He saw a mirror in front of him that was adjunct to one of the brick-made maze walls. In the mirror he saw an 8-years old reflection of him. Through the mirror he saw his own young self who was wearing the white apron of doctor over his Popeye drawn blue t-shirt. Andrew looked at his reflection carefully. The same shape of facial structure, just a smaller adaption of his own-self. The smaller Andrew had the same ocean blue eyes, with the same almost sharp defined nose and the cleft chin which always made him look cuter. The only thing was extra to the little Andrew was his divine-like innocence. The innocence look had an endearing glimmering smile.