The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 25, 1994
**Iolani POV**
I wish I could say that at least things at work were able to go smoothly, but sadly that didn't seem to be the case. I was running around on my feet all day, going from one emergency to the next...from another of our elderly patients falling out of bed, to another close call with one of our accident victims.
On the plus side, when the shift finally ended, things finally seemed to have calmed down, everyone escaped unscathed and I didn't have the time to dwell on everything going on in my own life at moment.
Unfortunately though, it all started to hit me like a ton of bricks when I walked into my empty apartment yet again. I guess that's the sad reality that comes with getting used to having someone waiting for you at home. While I've lived alone for years, I'd somehow managed to never feel lonely...until now.
The first thing I noticed was Molly Jr. floating around peacefully in her bowl. Poor things's gotta be starving...
I quickly grab the fish food and tap on the glass to get her attention. She quickly turns her little head toward my finger and starts blowing bubbles in my direction. What a little cutie...
"Hi girl...does someone want some food?" I ask in a baby voice as I move to shake a few flakes into the bowl, watching as she makes her way to the top, enjoying her delayed meal. Now what on earth do I eat?
Stomach grumbling, I start rooting through the freezer. Surprisingly I manage to find a TV dinner shoved in the back, apparently forgotten. While the box looks a little frost bitten, I'm sure the contents escaped unscathed. I already miss coming home to a home cooked meal...not to mention his company...
I tear open the box with a sorrowful sigh, and follow the instructions sticking it into the oven as I sit to wait for my pathetic excuse of a meal. I can already tell this is gonna be a long evening...
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It didn't take long for me to clean up from my simple dinner, and before I knew it I found myself contemplating what to do with the rest of my evening alone. Funny how quickly you get used to having someone to come home to... I wonder what he's doing now... Is he safe? Where did he go? Who is he really? Do I even really know him?
For the umpteenth time in the last day, I find myself on the verge of tears. I can't keep doing this to myself...
Desperately looking for another way to channel my attention, as well as my emotions, I eventually find myself in my room looking for something that always provided comfort for me as a child...my ukulele.
This time though, my mind fills with all the memories of me trying to teach my e ipo how to play as my fingers start mindlessly strumming the strings.
This was one of the first songs my father taught me when I was a little girl. It never failed to bring tears to my eyes, as I realize just how much I've missed my parents these last few months. Great...my playing is matching my mood...
Letting out an enormous sigh, I decide to try again...hoping something more cheerful may come out next time, but alas my strumming fingers seem to have other ideas as my mind continues to wander.
It doesn't take long for me to start contemplating everything that's been happening to me these last few months. I find myself wondering if there Is there something wrong with me? First Alika leaves me for my best friend, and I decide to run away from it all...finding myself here...
Somehow I manage to pull myself together...and to fall in love again...with a man I barely know... And with this thought, silent tears begin to fall.
But now he's left me too...am I doing something wrong?
I continue playing, tears clouding my vision.
What do I do now? Should I wait for him? He promised to come back...but will he? And if he does, will he be the man I remember?
I can't seem to stop second guessing myself after everything that's happened. I find myself thinking that maybe love just isn't meant for someone like me...
As the next song starts making its way past my fingertips, I can't stop thinking about just how much I already miss him. I love you...please come home...
Just as the song draws to a close, I find myself pulled out of my inner musings when I hear a knock on the door. Now who could that be...?
Brushing the tears out of my eyes as I make a hasty attempt at straightening myself up, carefully placing the ukulele back in the closet with a sigh.
I find myself rushing to the door opening it to find Mrs. Jones, the elderly widow from downstairs preparing to knock again. She offers me a soft, apologetic smile uttering, "I'm sorry to bother you dear, but do you happen to have some sugar I could borrow?"
Grateful for the distraction, I open the door wider and invite her in. Thank god for small favours...
**Author's Note: Just a reminder about the Holiday Story Exchange. There's still two weeks left to get your requests in. ;)**
