Vivian Lorraine Ocean lived her entire life with pain and regret. She married her high school sweetheart at age 18. She thought they were made for each other, but everything changed when his father passed away, and he took over his family business.
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Untangling the ivory sheets I find my black hair tie and place my hair into a messy bun. Lightly gasping as my feet touch the ice-cold floors then I trudge to the bathroom. Before I walk towards the shower my eyes catch sight of my nude body in the mirror, laying eyes the dozens of love bites that started at my neck and ended at my belly button.
I breathe in and then I exhale and then walk towards the shower and my fingers turn the faucet to the hottest temperature possible. The steam begins to fill the air and I take deep shallow breaths. Water trembling down my body. Scrubbing away his scent, scrubbing away his touch.
The absolute worst type of sadness is the kind when you become completely numb to the entire universe and everything around you. I'm here physically, but mentally I've been gone long, long ago. Drowning in everlasting melancholy.
Salty tears began to tremble down my face interlacing with the water. The pain that I feel in my heart every single day being married to this man is becoming absolutely unbearable.
I turn the faucet off and walk out of the shower then I grab my robe and I put it on.
Most days weather permitting I end up sitting at the park outside of the Oakshear museum. The park overlooks a beautiful lake with a castle style museum, The view is something I could stare at forever.
The outside view was equally as beautiful as all of the pieces of art hung on the walls inside. Some days I do go inside but I just prefer to sit here and enjoy the outdoor ambiance, it's just so peaceful yet calming.
I glance over near the lake and I see a young beautiful couple walking towards the lake. Her eyes are closed and his hand is interlocked with hers as her guiding her near the water
He stops and he reaches into his back pocket for something.
I couldn't hear what he said but I'm pretty sure he said open and he's down on one knee.
The girl cries
Love, The most incomparable feeling that I've ever felt in my life.
Well, what was once love? The feeling of butterflies every time you see them.
The feeling of gazing into someone's eyes and they are always gazing into yours
The way your heartthrobs every single time you kiss.
The feeling of craving someone and to be craved. I would do anything to have that feeling again.
"Hello, Vivian" an unknown voice murmured.
I looked to the right of me and I see a beautiful youthful girl. She had very long blonde hair that stopped at her waistline and very light blue eyes. I studied all of her features trying to remember how she may know me.
The only thing I could think of is that maybe she worked at the doctor's office but she did not ring a bell.
"Are you truly happy Vivian?" She questioned.
"Who are you!" I replied, "How do you know my name??" I added.
"See you soon Vivian." She whispered. I hear a loud thump and I look towards my left and I see a goose landing into the pound. I stare back to my right and the girl was gone.
I didn't even hear her get up and or walk away. She must have been in a rush.
I grab my ball of yarn and I place it in my bag along with the knitting needles and my bottle of water. It was getting late and I knew it was time to start walking home.
A loud sound of thunder echoed through the sky and rain began to pour.
I glanced around I spotted a bus stop with coverage. I quickly ran towards it and I slip and I fall into a puddle.
My ball of yarn falls out of my purse and rolls across the sidewalk onto the curb. My knee began to sting as the clothes began to soak from the rain.
From the side of my eyes, I see a bright light that had to be either a bus or a car. I slowly stand up also trying not to lose my balance again.
An older man with silver hair steps out the car, he opens up his back seat and grabbed a long black umbrella.
He was wearing a black sweater with a white collar and a pair and freshly pressed slacks. His shoes were the same color as his eyes, A dark brown color.
"Mam are you alright," He said.
I knew his voice. This voice is so familiar.
"Vivian?!?!" he muttered.
I knew that voice anywhere, it sounded the same exact way as it did in High School but was a little deeper.
I stare him in his eyes and I could feel my heart drop to my stomach, I thought I would never see him again in this life.
