For my creative writing project, I have decided to write a fictional novella titled Après Moi le Déluge which is a French phrase meaning, 'after me comes the flood.' It comes from King Louis XV of France, warning that after him, everything as they knew it would fall and crash but it would not matter for him because he would be gone. I knew as soon as I heard it, that it had to be the title of this story, which is ultimately about the crashing and rebuilding of life, like a wave in a flood.
The story is told in the perspective of a girl named Scarlett who is at the age where she has to make decisions about her life all while she has no sense of direction. She had just experienced major heart break, or so she thought, and moves away from her family and everyone she knew to San Francisco for college. There, she studies art history and works as an intern at a fine arts museum. Her favorite form of art is French Impressionism, this is important because this is the exact section of the museum where she meets Marc, her main love interest in the story, she believes this is fate. Scarlett and Marc quickly fall for each other and it is nothing like she has ever experienced before. The story explores a lot of topics such as false heartbreak, finding yourself, and chasing after things that are uncertain.
I wrote this because despite it being fictional, I feel like a part of me, my dreams, and my own experiences were definitely included in the making of this story. The chapters are dated but only by month and day, so that the reader can decide which year they want it to take place in or which they feel it best fits.
March, 2024
"Spring brings hope of love in a person's life."
When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday.
I never wanted to trust these words,
I never wanted to fall for her,
I was okay with the way I was,
But....she happened.
And I don't regret it.
It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy.
I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone.
All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon.
With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended.
When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape.
As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life.
Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.