So this is just a short story, a project that our Humanities professor asked us to do. Write a prose about your favorite song so here it is. It's called Remembering Sunday...
Alex woke up, another night had gone and past, it's now the seventh day of his drunken living, never resurfacing to what reality dictates. Shoving money in his pants and putting on his shoes, he went outside battling his sorrows away. Feeling the breeze of the early morning, he hugged himself and silently walked on.
People are giving him queer looks as he passed them by, but he didn't noticed any of it;His mind was on the cafe in front of him where they usually spent breakfast together, sipping coffees and eating eggs up. He remembered her teasing attitude and devilish grin as she lead him on until she completely took over his mind. He walked inside and saw the manager, walked up to him and said,"Hey Rian, I know that I'm bothering you again but have you seen Her? I've walked all over the city, asked her friends and can't seem to find her whereabouts. Please help me, it's driving me crazy not being able to see her. Did you know that I'm gonna ask her to marry me? So please Rian, help me." Rian, the manager, shook his head. His eyes are full of sorrow for the young man. She didn't really believed in love but he still went for her. His heart broke for the young man but still sent him away.
His next stop was her apartment.He knocked on her landlord and asked if he'd seen her, but again to no avail. After that, he went to her door and knocked repeatedly and so hard that his knuckles are beginning to bruise. Finally fed up, her neighbor opened his door and screamed,"Can't you see that she's gone? Why can't you just accept it and move on! Don't disturb this floor again or I'll have you arrested!"
Alex, not believing a word he said, screamed back. "No! She is coming back! I love her and I know that she feels the same way! Screw you old man! She's coming back! She's coming back! And when she does I'll ask her to marry me!" The neighbor just shook his head and went back to his room.
He then went to a local pub and drank his sorrows away, he didn't stop until he was inebriated. The one who was behind the counter was finally fed up and kicked him out of the establishment.
On his balcony, it was raining as if matching his mood. He then went to his living room and settled on a settee. Pulling on an unopened letter he read it.
My Dear Alex,
I'm sorry Alex but I wont be coming back. I'm sorry for doing this but the guilt is eating me up. I've done something that I'm not proud of and I'm terrified that if you will ever find out, you'll be disgusted. I know that you'll want to talk about it, but I can't. I'm too scared and too much of a coward to do that. I'll be blunt, I want you to forget about me, about us. I want you to move on from me and be truly happy. Just don't forget that I Love you so much and everything that I've done is because of that love. I am at peace now Alex, don't worry about me anymore. I'll always watch over you even if I'm thousands of feet from the ground. I love you and goodbye.
-S.
Crying, Alex went back to his balcony and screamed his frustrations out. Looking over the cars fifteen floors beneath him, his last thoughts before blacking out was, "I guess I'll go home."
