It was just me and him under the stars. At 11:44 we were still at Central Park, There isn't much people as it would usually have during the daytime but you could also see a few tourists or New Yorkers lurking around and we were one of those. Peter and I was still rooted in the same spot for over 4 hours of just sitting there and observing New York at its finest.
The city lights, the sound of street musicians even in this hour, the crunching of the leaves as people step on them, the gush of the wind blowing against my face. Its just this feeling that a special place gives you even if its not home you somehow feel comfortable in it, you feel that sense of familiarity in a place that's all new to you. New York gives off that vibe to me. Even though the high rises of buildings and skyscrapers are towering over us, it doesn't make you feel small or weak instead it gives this energy to be more confident, to be brave just generally in life. Although above all of the noise and feeling that surrounds me I cant help but to feel a presence beside me, We didn't speak, no words were exchanged. We just sat there, looking out probably thinking about God knows what.
If feels nice that we didn't need words, sentences or questions to share a common feeling. we just needed to be there.
After a few more minutes later I could feel myself slipping into a slumber.
"Sleepy?" Peter asked while looking at me intently.
Before I could answer a yawn escaped my lips and you just gave me a light laugh.
"C'mon lets go back to the hotel." He said while extending a hand to me.
"Lets get a cab." he added.
"No, I wanna walk." I said
"But you're tired and it looks like its about to rain."
"We're in New York city and we don't come here often plus its not that far." I insisted.
Peter and I ventured out of Central Park and made our way to the streets, the hotel was only about five blocks away. A few steps after Peter started to talk about this new book that he's been working on for quite some time now.
"So, What does the book imply, that love is a feeling not a choice?" I said sounding a bit off guard.
"Well yeah, that's the way I understood it and so does the main character for this book. and that is what most people believe in too, Two people commit to each other because the feel something towards that person, they feel love. Its that simple." Peter said with a nervous laugh
"But that feeling fades and love wont ever be enough to make the relationship last. Like what if you get tired with each other through out the relationship. Love alone can't make a relationship work. You have to choose to make it work, to actually make it last so at the end of the day Love is a choice not a feeling." I said triumphantly.
"Your views on love and relationships are very negative." He said after a hearty laugh.
"And yours are any better? They're too imaginative it sounds too happy to actually happen in real life." I said.
"And I'm not being negative, I'm just being realistic." I added.
"Okay, Okay.. How about re phrase the whole idea.. let's scarp the whole love is a feeling not a choice thing" He said. he stopped for a while with a thinking look plastered on his face. A few moments later he waved out his index finger like what people do in movies when they have an idea.
"Love is a feeling, what you do with it, is your choice." He said sounding contented.
"That sounds better, sounds more true to life." I shot back at him with a smile.
We continued to walk and our banter never ended when we were about two blocks away from the hotel rain started to fall on our heads.
"We should run! we might get sick." Peter said while trying to cover his head with his jacket.
"Now who's being negative? C'mon Lets enjoy the sad things in life." I said with a grin on my face.
New Yorkers and other tourists passed us running towards the indoors, all of them rushing to get to that safe, warm place. People were looking at us like were some kind of crazy people was laughing and dancing our asses off in the rain. As we passed by a café people really stared at us.
"People are staring. I think we should've hurried." I said sounding a bit embarrassed.
"Now who's being negative? Lets enjoy the sad things in life." He said with a smile on his face.
"Touché" I said. "Alright, C'mon Who cares??" I said while laughing.
The trip back to the hotel took longer than expected a normal walk from where we came from back to the hotel should've only taken ten to fifteen minutes. But it took Peter and I more than half an our to finally lodge back in our hotel. The staff in the lobby were looking at us weirdly because of our wet state but who cares right? We made it into our floors without me having another breakdown in the elevator. Probably because Peter was there and I know that if something happens he won't leave my side.
"It's been a great day." He said as we stopped in front of my room.
"It was, very tiring though." I said with a light laugh.
"Good night Peter." I said as I enter my room.
"Its Good morning Anne, Its 12:15 am already" He said while looking at his watch and back at me.
"What ever you say..Sleep tight.." I said and I heard a faint 'You too' while I shut the door.
I jumped into my bed ready to sleep, I didn't even bother to remove my make up I just changed into something comfortable and went straight into a deep slumber.
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