Stories About Life

Forever...

"Stop sir!" He said to the clergyman.

"The wedding cannot continue. Mr. Rochester already has a wife"

My heart stood still when I heard his words. I looked at Mr. Rochester. His eyes were as hard as rocks.

*                                          *                                      *

Ah! Jane Eyre!

The only book that I can read without falling asleep. Being a major in literature I have read many books. More than I can count of. But always it was Jane Eyre that had been my personal favorite. Being as a hard rock in the exterior I was such a soft person in the inside who was a hopeless romantic. I have always fallen for all the romantic heroes again and again and my shelves are filled with both romantic novels and their respective movie CDs.

Thinking of romantic heroes brought a smile up my face as I remembered my own romantic hero. Edward. Just remembering his name was enough to make my cheeks blush. I tried to wipe the stupid grin off my face and tried to concentrate on the report I was writing that was due to be handed over tomorrow. I looked over my laptop and peered over my cabin to check whether anyone was looking at me. But no. Luckily everyone was immersed in their own work that they were not concentrating on whether I was blushing or not. I looked at my report again and drank the cup of milk as I travelled back in my memories to turn the pages in my very well known book.

It still felt as though it was yesterday that I was walking through my high school garden. It was a very rainy day and it was pouring cats and dogs. I was walking alone that day as all my friends were busy chatting with their boyfriends and getting ready to the prom. As I was the only one left in the group without a dance partner, I didn't have a good impression on going out with them. So out of the blue that day I walked along the foot path that was leading out of the high school's garden and to the main road.

I was a girl who never worried about my appearance. Whether I was fat or thin, tall or short, dark or fair it mattered in the least to me. So even though I had an umbrella in my bag I didn't bother to pull it out and shelter myself from the heavy rain. I walked leisurely humming a song to myself and making faces at the passers by who were giving me dark looks obviously wondering whether I was in my right mind.

Sometimes I know that I behave childishly but however I try to act my age I fail myself in doing so. But my saunter changed within a split second as a loud screech and flashy headlights stopped me astonished in my tracks. As I was crossing the road an expensive flashy sports car had just missed me. It was stopped just a centimeter away from me and I was surprised of why my eyes hadn't jumped out yet.

I was furious. Very furious. I could have lost my life in that instant of that idiot of a driver hadn't applied the break at least in the last second. He had driven in high speed and it was pretty fast and obviously its noise was loud in my ears.

The head lights dimmed and I saw the driver look up from the steering wheel. He had jet black hair and all I could see was his eyes. It was as blue as the sky and as blue as the ocean as well. It was a mixture of the both colors which stood in compared and contrast at the same time. His eyes were so beautiful that I was lost in them for a moment. I could stare at his eyes forever even without blinking. I was afraid that even the split second I used to blink will not be able to stare into his beautiful eyes. I was too far away to look clearly into his irises and was brought back to reality as he honked the horn.

Suddenly all my fangirl moment disappeared and once again I was boiling in rage. The boy who looked to be in the same age as me smirked. His sharp nose was perfect and his thin lips lifted up in a corner. He had caught me falling for his beautiful eyes and looking at his arrogant smile made me yell in fury and I banged my hand on the car. It made his smile vanish and he struggled with the belt and got down and rounded on me.