Crash_Tomas
January 16th, 2011, 06:09 AM
This is a story that doesn’t end well because there really isn’t an end to it. I’m not even sure there’s a true beginning; somewhere I can start that covers everything and encapsulates the situation, doing it true justice. Like most, it involves a girl. I guess that is all one needs to understand my plight.
My name is Else and she was in my head long before I met her. And she’ll be there until the day I die. Her name can be anything you like. Perhaps she’ll be the daughter of a beautiful Goddess in Greek myths or maybe just a piece of you that was taken away at birth. Whatever her name is, whatever you are, you’ll never be the same once you find her.
“Else?” she said. Her voice was soft and sweet. My name came off her lips.
“Yeah?” I replied, struggling to hold a secure tone. I wonder if she heard my heart.
“Do you really feel like your soul is old?”
“Where did you hear that?” I answered.
We were sitting outside at night. The stars overhead could hardly be seen in the city light, but I knew they were there.
“I know you,” she began, “There’s just something about the way you are. You’re… you’re different.”
“Different than what?”
“Everyone. I can’t help but think that you might be crazy.”
“All the right ones are.”
“Especially when you say things like that.” She laughed. “You confuse me.”
I waited a second or so before responding. “I don’t mean to.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s wonderful.” She smiled, her brown eyes darker in the moonlight. Her hand moved to her face, about to brush some hair out of the way. I stopped her.
“No. It’s perfect that way.”
My mind wandered back to when I first met her. Probably two years before this. I’d never even asked her out on a date. I worked after school, at a restaurant near JFK Park. It was my first job when I was 17 and I had to have worked there for two years before she showed up. I don’t know exactly how I never saw her before. She lived in the same city as me and was the same age. I eventually found out we went to the same middle school. But, I don’t remember ever seeing her.
I was taking the trash out of the kitchen when she walked through the front door already dressed in her waitress uniform. The bag broke in my hand and started spilling out used cups and plates. I scrambled to get another bag and heard a peculiar sound. Laughter. Nothing big, but a small, soft giggle that I immediately knew belonged to her. I ended up getting another bag open and covered my mishap. Something made me think: I have to know her name.
Over the course of our two years working together, I found out a lot about her. But for that duration of our relationship, she had a boyfriend and I was wonderstruck by her.
“You’re just different than anybody I know,” she told me, bringing my thoughts back to the present time.
“I don’t feel like I’m different.”
“Well, you are.”
“I’m not so sure I should be.”
“I am.” She leaned back onto the grass and looked up at the sky. I was still sitting across from her. “Who is Else?” she asked, not looking at me.
“I am.”
“But who are you?” Her head tilted to see me.
“I am the one.”
She laughed.
“I’m serious,” I said.
“I know you are.” Her brown hair was usually tied back in a ponytail, but that night she wore it down. She was free that way, I guess.
“Melanie?” I asked.
“Else?” she teased.
“I like you,” I said, hoping that I wouldn’t puke up my entire dinner. My stomach was nervous and my heart beat heavily. I felt completely and utterly miserable, but I didn’t regret telling her.
“I like you too,” she replied.
I leaned back, on the side of her.
She grabbed my hand and we stayed watching the stars together.
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Not Done yet. But I figure I'd share. It's pretty self-explanatory. Let me know what you think. =)
My name is Else and she was in my head long before I met her. And she’ll be there until the day I die. Her name can be anything you like. Perhaps she’ll be the daughter of a beautiful Goddess in Greek myths or maybe just a piece of you that was taken away at birth. Whatever her name is, whatever you are, you’ll never be the same once you find her.
“Else?” she said. Her voice was soft and sweet. My name came off her lips.
“Yeah?” I replied, struggling to hold a secure tone. I wonder if she heard my heart.
“Do you really feel like your soul is old?”
“Where did you hear that?” I answered.
We were sitting outside at night. The stars overhead could hardly be seen in the city light, but I knew they were there.
“I know you,” she began, “There’s just something about the way you are. You’re… you’re different.”
“Different than what?”
“Everyone. I can’t help but think that you might be crazy.”
“All the right ones are.”
“Especially when you say things like that.” She laughed. “You confuse me.”
I waited a second or so before responding. “I don’t mean to.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s wonderful.” She smiled, her brown eyes darker in the moonlight. Her hand moved to her face, about to brush some hair out of the way. I stopped her.
“No. It’s perfect that way.”
My mind wandered back to when I first met her. Probably two years before this. I’d never even asked her out on a date. I worked after school, at a restaurant near JFK Park. It was my first job when I was 17 and I had to have worked there for two years before she showed up. I don’t know exactly how I never saw her before. She lived in the same city as me and was the same age. I eventually found out we went to the same middle school. But, I don’t remember ever seeing her.
I was taking the trash out of the kitchen when she walked through the front door already dressed in her waitress uniform. The bag broke in my hand and started spilling out used cups and plates. I scrambled to get another bag and heard a peculiar sound. Laughter. Nothing big, but a small, soft giggle that I immediately knew belonged to her. I ended up getting another bag open and covered my mishap. Something made me think: I have to know her name.
Over the course of our two years working together, I found out a lot about her. But for that duration of our relationship, she had a boyfriend and I was wonderstruck by her.
“You’re just different than anybody I know,” she told me, bringing my thoughts back to the present time.
“I don’t feel like I’m different.”
“Well, you are.”
“I’m not so sure I should be.”
“I am.” She leaned back onto the grass and looked up at the sky. I was still sitting across from her. “Who is Else?” she asked, not looking at me.
“I am.”
“But who are you?” Her head tilted to see me.
“I am the one.”
She laughed.
“I’m serious,” I said.
“I know you are.” Her brown hair was usually tied back in a ponytail, but that night she wore it down. She was free that way, I guess.
“Melanie?” I asked.
“Else?” she teased.
“I like you,” I said, hoping that I wouldn’t puke up my entire dinner. My stomach was nervous and my heart beat heavily. I felt completely and utterly miserable, but I didn’t regret telling her.
“I like you too,” she replied.
I leaned back, on the side of her.
She grabbed my hand and we stayed watching the stars together.
_______
Not Done yet. But I figure I'd share. It's pretty self-explanatory. Let me know what you think. =)