Darkness Approached

Chapter 1 - Memory of Romance

Life is like a movie, I thought to myself. Sometimes, I wondered if I'm a character in a great movie. Christmas was over. The celebration was over. Everyday's routine got me bored. Holidays were boring to me as I had nothing much to do.

Most of the people like holidays, so was I, until one incident that took place, and I could never get back to the old life I once lived in. I wished it never happened.

Flashback

"Sally," a sweet voice I heard. As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but keep blushing in front of him. Happiness had came to knock on my door. "Heyyyy" I said to him sweetly while still blushing. "How's my sweetie doing?" he asked me. "Just waiting for you, honey," I said smiling.

"What are you busy doing?" he asked. "Oh, nothing, I'm just planning for tomorrow," I explained. I was busy writing a bucket list for buying Christmas decorations. "Seems like you're busy... a list?" he asked. "Yea, so we could go shopping tomorrow," I said. 

"Shopping? Can I don't go? I'd rather sleep at home, it's holiday, come on," he said lazily. "Nope, you gotta go with me" I said as I winked at him naughtily. "Ugh, fine," he said with annoyance. I was only 15 years old, my parents brought my sister to the city for some meetings. 

I like staying at home alone. But this year, it would be interesting. Jack, he decided to come to my house throughout the vacation. Christmas was around the corner, we would be spending time together for the Christmas. 

"Are you done?" Jack asked, laying on the couch. "I'm almost done," I said. I am looking forward for Christmas this year. I kept the list and closed the laptop. I walked to Jack, asked "What you're doing?" "Waiting for you," he said sweetly.

'Aww' I thought, he was always that sweet and kind. He placed a kiss on my cheek, making me blush. "It seems like my babe wants something," he smirked. He could somehow read my mind as always. Yes, I wanted something, and he knew it.

I leaned in and we kissed on the lips. I slowly moved my hands to his neck. Our tongues explored each other's mouth. Our attention was only the kiss and nothing else. The kiss felt intense, we broke the kiss to breathe in the air.

"I'd love to wake up to you everyday," he said.

"Yea, me too, wish we could," I replied.

"Hey, wanna have a party tonight?" he asked.

"A party?" I asked back.

"Yea, but just both of us, what do you think?" he asked.

"That'll be cool," I said.

At that night, Jack turned on the music, we started dancing like there's no tomorrow. We were so close to each other. We ended the dance with a soft kiss. We made each other dinner, olive oil pasta for me and chicken meatball spaghetti for him. 

"You're the best cooker ever," I told him.

"So are you, babe," he said.

We had been together for over a few months now, and things had been great. It was one of those great night. We ate together, feeding each other, teasing each other. We even placed our mouth at the different end of the spaghetti, as it got shorter and we got closer, we kissed before we cut the spaghetti with our teeth. It was fun.

We watched Netflix together on the soft couch. My head laid on his shoulder while he placed his hand on my shoulder. I wished I could stay with him forever. I fell asleep on the couch. I was half-sleep, half-awake. I only felt him carrying me to my bed and slept next to me.

My bed was a double bed, I love my bed, it's the most comfortable bed I've ever used. I woke up, seeing him next to me, sleeping like a baby. "Hey... time to wake up!" I suddenly shouted at his ears. "UGH, can you don't shout? It hurts," he said, with annoyance. "Sorry," I apologised.

We got up and got changed for shopping. "Morning, babe," he said to me as he walked out from the bathroom. I was already in the dining room. "Morning!" I said to him. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Making breakfast! You're late so you can't order any breakfast," I said to him and winked naughtily.

"No breakfast for me?" he asked with watery eyes. He's so cute. "You gotta earn it yourself," I said to him, while I continue making my breakfast. He came close to me, hugged me from behind, and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Can you please make me breakfast?" he asked gently.

"Fine, what do you want?" I asked. "A french toast grilled cheese" he said. "It'll be served in an hour," I said. "An hour? That long time?" he asked with a shock face. "No," I said, laughing hard. "That's not funny," he said. "Just wait there, it'll be served soon," I said and started cooking his breakfast.

I made a honey berry pancakes for myself and he had his breakfast. I made a berry milkshake for me to bring outside. He made himself a strawberry yogurt drink. I like the fact that he didn't like coffee, because I don't drink coffee. After breakfast, we brought some reusable bags and went shopping. I bought Christmas decorations according to my 'bucket list'.

"Are we done?" he asked, he was hungry already. "I'm done, let's go for lunch," I said. We had our lunch and went home. We started decorating my house and room. I hung up the decoration balls and the others. He helped me to decorate. After a few hours later, we had finished.

It was fun doing things with him together. I thought it was love, at that time, I knew it was the happiness I had ever craved for. However, good things never last long. He was 17 and I was only 15. We were both young, and immature.

Back to reality

I wished I never met him, things would've not been the way it happened. It was complicated, that incident that took place, I can't remember much, or that I chose to lock up the memories. There's no such love in reality, love only existed in fairy tale. At least that was what I thought, ever since the incident took place.

I could never be the same, ever since he left, or I left him. It was just all a mess. No one wants to hear the story. Over dramatic, that's what they said, though I did agree on that. 

The weak side of me, felt pain. My mother told me I'm useless, worthless, and I could never succeed. My family belittled my excellent exam result.

They were never satisfied, no matter how hard I tried to get a good result. My mother would tell me nothing even when I got a good result, much more better than my sister's. They would praised my sister and congratulated her for even just a little improvement in her exam result.

Maybe I got jealous, or too sensitive, ever since one incident. Or my family never cared about how much hard work I had done just to get good result. All I ever wanted to do is to satisfy my parents and I wanted to make them proud of me. But they never were. I felt being abandoned, and I felt that they cared about my sister more than me.

I was to be blamed when something bad happened. When I tried to explain that it wasn't me, they ignored me. When my sister wanted to tell them something, they listened. They didn't want to listen to my explanation. They only blamed it on me, every single thing. It was what made me give up on communication with them.

I used to be cheerful and positive, but after all that had happened, depression had grown inside of me. Emptiness slowly filled up my world.