Barrett: A Love Beyond Time

Impersonal Introduction

Impersonal Introduction (Prologue)

March 18, 2010 - Roger W. POV

It was not another rainy day in London, but you can refuse a news story between gray clouds that filled or skies that open on Wednesday.

Now, now, am I running between white corridors and worrying about the weather, a delusion? Maybe it's my way of ignoring that my old body can't keep up with the rhythm it used to. Running doesn't seem enough.

It seems that a few days ago I was a young man full of vitality and health. My hair had changed from brown to gray, my eyes were not as blue as in the past; my lungs were weak - blame for the excess of cigarettes in youth? Perhaps. But I don't regret anything - the corridors were endless.

The radio in one of the rooms played the melody of the Beatles, Mister Postman, John and Paul asked the postman to wait for music and I here in real life asked the universe to wait a little longer for those who released me.

This time, just this time.

The melody brought me back to times that were in the past, it was like everything was happening again. The memory remains alive in me; the blue eyes of the only person I dare to say that I really am in my whole life.

Every girl, every woman... My heart revives the old fire of the past and I don't understand why, I was here to say goodbye to her, forever.

Finally, I found Nick sitting on one of the couches in the white hall. At the same moment that the past went and I fell into reality - it is not a dream, it is the same one leaving - right next to him was David who changed his expression the same moment he saw me. And who is not surprised? After all.

And just down the hall next to the room I saw those green eyes, just like your father.

Julia.

– Where is she? – Ask any of the three, but none of them should speak or just face me.

David lowered his head and murmured: – In room 134.

My mind again insisted on bringing back memories, and yet it tortured me to remember that I had failed a woman I loved most in my life.

One more time.

Before I made my way to the room at the end of the hall, David stopped me:

– I'm sorry - He took my arm. –, but I have 2 news: good news and bad news.

– Hurry up and tell me then.

He took a long breath and looked back at the floor. – I know that Alice is the love of your life, I know your whole story, but... – He swallowed as dry as the words.

– Maybe she'll live until tomorrow. – Julia looked at me. – Maybe she won't pass today, let's accept that it came an hour after her.

I couldn't see anything but Syd on that girl, she was a perfect copy of him, of body, sternness and soul.

– Doctors make mistakes all the time. – I dared to say.

Me, a mature and experienced man, acting like a heartbroken teenager.

– It was time for her to rest, Roger. – Nick said quietly.

Nick was Alice's best friend. He suffered no less than I did with this whole situation.

– Roger. – Julia looked at me. – She said Syd was here. He, my father. Do you know how long my father died? I don't even remember anymore, but he came.

She approaches the window and folds her arms. – You know, when we are close to leaving, our consulted loved ones arrive at our side until one hour after we leave, so they walk with us beyond.

My mind decides to ignore everything or the three that have already been mentioned. Doctors error or all the time. I walk to the end of the hall and before I put my hand on the silver door handle applied by the white door, I took a long breath.

– Alice. – I whispered.

I took the courage I lacked and entered the room. I came across a huge window that gave a view of the cloudy view of London; a small iron table beside the bed where the daisies rest happily in a blue vase; a beige sofa and logo then, a woman more beautiful than this world is already contemplated in the bed with wheels of devices and wires.

His hair was no longer black, much less long; how wrinkles delivered the good years lived - blue eyes like the sea or one of the rare days of summer.

– Roger... – She must use her last breaths.

That was a goodbye. But wasn't it too early for that? Or not?

I made myself strong and swallowed all the tears that were struggling to come out. I walked over to the side of the bed and take your hand. So little.

– I missed you. – She whispered.

– I missed you too. – I opened the best smile I had at that moment for her.

Again, my mind decides to go back to the old days. No hospitals, no crying, no end. It was as if a movie from the best and the previous ones was playing in the first hand there.

– I think we have a lot to talk about. – Alice opens my hand.

It wasn't just me who went back to the past.