You Were My Song

Chapter One

The clock just passed midnight. I was standing on my balcony, the light summer breeze hugging my naked body, the wine in my head burning my cheeks.
Life had been good. After so long, I had found peace. I had found myself. I could have said I was happy.

Happy-ish.

But the news had come fast. Unexpectedly. Out of the clear sky, just as the Sun had been shining above my head. I sipped from the glass.

Unexpectedly-ish.

I sipped from the glass. So long I have not been thinking about him. Us. Her. Them. Not searching for him in every green eye, every blond curl, every face. I wasn't looking for him today. I haven't been looking for him in a very long time. And yet the eyes, the curls, the face found me.

Unexpectedly-ish.

I want to say it was the wine in my blood And not the feeling in my stomach that called him.

He answered immediately. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back.

There was quiet for a while. I didn't know what to say. What to do. I checked myself in the mirror. The cheeks were burning, and as usual, my chest was covered in rose marks as it was when I drank red wine. When I drank cheap red wine. Did he still remember?

"You're marrying her tonight." 

Again, I hoped it was the alcohol talking but I couldn't tell because it wouldn't matter.

"Why are you calling?"

The answer slipped through my teeth. "I love you."

I heard as he breathed in. And out. "I love you too."

Again, there was quiet. But I knew he liked the quiet. He always did.

"Say 'no' and I'm on the next flight home."

"I thought you were home."

Still, he answered immediately. "The home is where you are."

We always understood each other the most when we were quiet. Because the quiet speaks for itself. Speaks for us. Only if you listen you know. And when you hear it, it is as if a song was made only for your heart to hear. Only for your soul. The song made from one heart to another. But you only hear it with certain people. At certain places. Although, when one is lucky enough, one hears it all the time, at all the places, even when the heart creating the song is so far away. My Heart is on the opposite side of the country. And yet I hear it as if he was standing right behind me. Whispering to my ear. I hear the song every time he spokes.

"Say it and I'm right there with you."

We both know I can't. We were made for each other, but we were not meant to be. Life is eternal and transcendent. Soulmates will always find each other in this lifetime and the next. 

We both know. We both know. We both know because my song said: "I want to hear it one last time."

"I love you," I said and hanged the Phone. 

I love you I love you I love you I repeat to the quietness, my song traveling to his heart. And after a while, it sang back. I love you I love you I love you. My song. We both know we both know we both know but, and yet, a picked up the phone.

"Hey, " he said.

"Hey," I said back.

The quiet sang and sang and we both dance to the rhythm, I hear him humming, I hear him sang. Our song.This time I was sure it wasn't the alcohol. It was me. Me and no one else. "No. No, I do not want you to marry her."

No hesitation. No space for the song, no space for a heartbeat. "I'll be right there with you, babe."

The song still played when he left. And I still heard it when I turned on the TV a couple of hours later, and the world crushed.

He was smiling at me, the sparkle in his eyes so vivid. I would recognize the eyes anywhere. He was on the news, a young woman dressed in a bright yellow dress speaking with a harsh voice."Cavanaugh&Heffner Inc Chief Executive and Chairman Eric Cavanaugh crashed in New York City just after 8 am after traveling at a high rate of speed. Captain Alfonso Fuero said that flames engulfed Cavanaugh's vehicle immediately and that police still needed to determine an exact cause of the crash. Cavanaugh was transferred to the hospital and based on our source is currently in the hands of doctors. Eric Cavanaugh, who only a few days ago turned 32 was supposed to marry his girlfriend Erin Johnston this evening in Seattle, Washington. Why he was in New York remains a mystery but a close friend to Cavanaugh and Johnston said, that Cavanaugh called off the wedding last minute for unknown..."

I knew we were made for each other but we were not meant to be. I knew. We knew. But we ignored the facts, and so the destiny showed us. 

The song stopped playing. I was left behind with just the hollowness of my apartment and sobbing coming from the walls. 

HI! This is just a little preview of a story I'm currently working , please let me know what you think! By the way, I'm not a native speaker so please, if you see any grammar mistakes, tell me! Thank you!

Love, 

Kristina