Heart Beat

Chapter 2 Old handwritings

The atmosphere at Torys was designed with Japanese music. It should have been soothing but I hardly could maintain my posture. The letter had freed many buried things in my mind. Some of those in the form of hallucinations making my head hurt incorrigibly. The scenes replayed in my mind, but I could not connect the dots. They felt strange and horrifying. I managed to secure a seat and open the letter. The scent it withheld was very familiar as if it was my favorite cologne at a time. The handwriting was dignified and elegant as if the doer was a professional in the course. It said,

Dear Elinor,

Indeed, it had been a long time since I last saw you. I know you wont be able to comprehend my speech with that amnesia hanging over your head, but I miss you a lot. You wont be able to reform my figure in your mind but I long for you day and night. Your dear mother is still thinking of you as the murderer and still holds the same rage as she did when she inscribed that hideous word on your back. Even now she refused to believe after all those proofs I gave her on your behalf. But dont worry, my love will never let you live in fear. And I know despite your memory loss there is still love left for me in your heart as you promised. And even if there is nothing to my name in your conscience mine shall forever have yours embarked upon it.

Yours, etc.

It would be silly to say but the words felt so much entertaining to me that I began to long for the writer more than anything else. And he knew about that too, which absolutely means this letter is no joke. If I remember correctly, I left high school a year ago after Dads death. I passed out and applied for university. But with the bakery and the hospital bills, I didnt have a choice but to drop out. The letter didnt say who sent it and I felt that probably something mysterious happened.

The evening had started to begin and I, having nothing to spend my leisure time at, was starting for a bicycle ride. Placing the letter inside my pocket, I started for my favorite spot, by the coast. I loved water. Its waves would calm my veins as if lulling a baby to sleep. Its melodious voice felt like a lullaby. And it was the place which provided me comfort when Dad died. I still remember that day, when I wanted to die, but deep down I knew Niall needed me. I was just remembering these all when I heard a soft speech of a guitar singing completely in sync with the lullaby. I peeked to see the tuner of this symphony and I saw a beautiful man with eyes wit the same color as the sea, playing the instrument. He struck me at awe and somehow, he felt known to me. And for the first time I felt attracted to a real person. By now he seemed to have noticed me and gave me a smile.

Why did you stop? I blurted, Your guitar possesses a beautiful voice.

He chuckled and said, All guitars have the same voice, it takes the owners hours to shape it to perfection. Just like a child and his mother. His breath shriveled at the last word as if it could freeze the whole existence of it. But then he perked up and asked me to join him. I obliged considering music had always been a great part of me.

You live nearby? I asked.

No, I am in a search of someone important. You?

I own a bakery called tory here. My foster parents left it to me and my brother.

Thats why you look so chubby. It would be a lie if I say I didnt want to punch him in the face.

Thats not a joke. I bellowed, Anyways, got a place to stay?

I used all my money to buy her favorite perfume. Literally broke now. He answered in a rather calm voice.

Uhm, In search of a beauty, aye? I predicted, Beauties are hard to keep. They cost a lot. I said, probably sounding like a drunkard.

The beauty in question is something extraordinary like the rays of sunlight. I remember just a figment of her. He answered with dream invading his eyes.

I checked the time and it was pretty late. But I felt bad leaving him here alone in the cold. After all, I can ask Sakura to stay at night. So, I cleared my throat and said, Wanna stay the night at mine?