Give Me Time

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

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I had been dreaming of this day since I first met Naomi Shawl, she was so nice to me on the first day of school, always smiling at me and explaining inside jokes that she had with her friends and classmates, she helped me fit in even if I was bit abstract. My auburn hair was always out with little plaits and twist through it, my freckles stood out on my pale face and my fashion sense was a little weird but she understood me, even with her sandy blonde hair, always up in a perfect bun, her tan face was was always flawless and her fashion sense was very modern and proper, and her personality was amazing, she had the best sense of humour ever.

This is why I fell in love with her.

I had been planning this for almost a year now, I was going to propose to Naomi and make her mine, I had put on a white lace, loose-fitting dress and brown boots, I had put white roses hanging on the outside of our door with a note that said "welcome home, babe" on it. There were white rose petals all over the ground, where I was going to kneel and tell her I love her and then ask her to marry me, then we would go up to the rooftop and watch the fireworks that go off on the same day each month, I had a perfect plan.

I sat at the edge of the couch watching the door and checking the time on my phone every ten seconds, finally, there was the clinking sound of keys and of the jiggling of our apartment doorknob. I stood and went to the door. Inhale. Exhale. Kneel in the flower petals. Take out the ring box. Smile. Propose.

Naomi walks in holding the flowers looking both very happy and confused, she scans the room and notices I'm kneeling before her in a scattering of flowers, holding a ring box up to her. Her demeanour changes from happy to touched so fast she drops the flowers and starts crying I take a deep breath and say "Naomi, I know this is long overdue, but I love you and want to spend the rest of m-" I was cut off by the sound of Niamo saying my name sobbing I look at her confused.

"Dixie, I can't, not now" she keeps mumbling through tears, I close the ring box and look at her, heartbroken that she doesn't want to marry me "I'm sorry" the next words she says to me are the only thing I have to hold onto these days.

"Give me time" She cries, before walking into her room and shutting the door, I decide to clean up and pack away all of the stuff I had planned, I sat on my bed looking out at the city from my window, tears streaming down my face.

I must've cried myself to sleep because in the middle of the night I was startled awake by the front door slamming shut, I get up sleepily and shuffle to the front door, there is a sticky note stuck on it "I'm sorry, give me time" I take the note into Naomi's room, everything is still here except for a suitcase, a few items of clothing and the picture of us she had sitting on her bedside table. I didn't panic at first because she only took a week's worth of clothes I knew she would be back.

But that was three years ago, she never came back, I don't know where she is now. I called the police after a month, they found her, she was fine just on her way to work, as usual. She didn't even bother calling me, she has blocked my number, someone informed me that she moved to the country and quit her job, she took her name off of the rent for our apartment. that was two months after she left, it's been approximately three years without any word on her whereabouts, she has completely blocked everyone out of her life. I can't help but think it's all my fault, after all, I did propose to her without warning. I just thought that she might have liked something at home, just the two of us instead of a big celebration, but apparently not.

I get up from my spot on the couch and walk to the kitchen, I bend down and open a drawer filled with pots and pans, I pull out the biggest pot I have, fill it half way up with water and put it on the stove to boil, I walk over to the pantry, swing open the door and take out four packs of two-minute-noodles and put all of them into the pot, including the seasoning. After Naomi left me I eat away my issues, I get fat and then starve myself and workout until I collapse. Naomi may have forgotten about me but I can't seem to forget about her, and it's taking its toll on me.