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| Waiting- Chapter 1 | |
| By Laura | ||||||
| 16 September 2006 | ||||||
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A stories a story, so tell me what you think. This scenario is a true one. Thanks guys When a swallow finds its soul mate, they will stay together forever. Were one of the swallows to die, it's partner would spend every moment of the rest of their life waiting for its death, so it can again be re-united with its love. Chapter 1: Lost in Goodbye. I clutch his hand tightly as the car pulls into a parking space at the Melbourne airport; I haven’t looked at him all day today, I couldn’t. Both our hands were clammy and the anxiety in the air was enough to suffocate a person. The closer I got to getting out of the car the harder it was for me to breathe. I sat at the edge of the seat, looking at the ground and not daring to look the world in the eyes. I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to stop the tears from forcing there way out of me. My heart was beating so fast it felt as though I was about to cough it out, and there was darkness in the pit of my stomach that made me want to puke. I spent the night at his house, and even then it was hard to look him in the eye without bursting into a nervous wreck of pleading and tears. I don’t want him to go, but this decision is out of my hands. Six months I have been anticipating this moment, I had a million scenarios’ of how this would go; I didn’t think it would be this painful. My body shook as I lifted myself out from the car, he still gripped my hand tightly, although he didn’t look as terrified as I was. I still hadn’t looked him in the eye at this point, I was trying to make this easy for him, so that he would feel no regret. My hands were shaking terribly, my lips trembling so, anything I would have tried to say would have been a broken hum. We began to walk towards the air port, I looked at the sky, my last resort, and watched as the planes departed, going beyond the clouds. There were many of us, ready to say goodbye to him. Everyone was very silent, not wanting to say something they would regret for the next 11 months. I stared blankly at the glass door in-front of me in which lie the entrance. A mental block was stopping me from taking the extra step. I knew this is where my life would take a new path, that things would never be the same, behind this door was the beginning of my new future, where my past experiences meant nothing and the strength that I once had would be banished. I’d have to start from the beginning. I held my breathe as he coaxed me into the building, my steps were slow and heavy, and I closed my eyes as I entered through the automatic doors, I didn’t want to be here. As they looked at the time table for the flight to Israel, I excluded myself to look out the window, trying to ignore the whispers in my head: “You’re going to lose him you know,” “Why don’t you just let it go?,” “He’s not coming back, Laura, you’ve lost him,” “You’ve failed.” I closed my eyes, and tried to hold in my pain from the thoughts of losing him. I felt a hand rise above my shoulder, stroking it. I held my eyes closer together, inhaled deeply and turned around. I opened my eyes, at this point I was staring at his torso, my breathing got deeper as I slowly began to look up. As I reached his neck, it became harder to see straight. I came up to his mouth, this made my lips quiver before I looked him in the eyes. That was it, I broke, I took him into my arms, tears were pouring down my face. “Please..Dont…just..dont” I pleaded. I could feel him hurting, I could feel the spark I felt since the day I met him, I didn’t want to lose that, I couldn’t. My knees began to give way, my weight was slowly dragged to the ground, he crouched next to me, sad attempts to ease my pain. Nothing could. “Laura, look at me…” “I cant.” He stroked the side of my face, hinting for me to look up with his thumb and pointer. “I need you to look at me.” He said softly. I once again raised my head, and looked him in the eye. I tried to hold in my tears and protest for the moment. He sighed, and began to speak. “Babe, I love you…” he paused, I could see this was hard for him, “when I come back, I’ll be a better person…” “You don’t need to be! I love you just the way you are! You don’t have to leave me here…” I was stopped by my tears, “...isn’t that enough?” We arose to our feet, and I wiped the tears from my face. I stared at the floor for a moment, I could feel him watching me. I was yelling at myself in my head, for being so immature, so ignorant to what he was feeling, not realizing until now that he too was hurting. I fell into his arms, soaking up every part of him. He held me tightly, my head was pressed hard against his chest, I could feel his heart beating, and the quiver in his breathe. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, I knew I would do everything in my power to keep that connection, I knew that even though he would be across the other side of the world, nothing would stop me from loving him. I just hope he felt the same. He looked at me, his big brown eyes filled with tears. I smiled, for the first time in weeks. He’s just so amazing, I couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, and I will wait for you,” I finally said, and as soon as I did we both engaged in a deep, passionate kiss, that I hoped would never end. I wanted to stay lost in our goodbye, forever. He pulled away and whispered in my ear; “I have to go now, I love you and I always will” “I love you too, so much.” My breathing stopped, it seems my moment of happiness was gone as quick as it came. Under my breathe I pleaded once more; “No…Please” He was torn from me by a bunch of people that I didn’t know, it felt as though they tore my heart with them, I could feel it bleeding, I could feel the dagger piercing, rotating in my chest, and the ocean that wanted to burst through my eyes. “No…don’t leave me here.” * I don’t know how many hours he had been gone, still I sat by the air port window, watching the sun merging into the dusk, the sky now shades of orange and pink, and the clouds were tinged gold, like someone had hand painted it to make it look even more beautiful. I watched the birds fly towards the sun, I never had appreciated the beauty of this so much. Most of the people were gone, it was only me and my dad, who had left to get a cup of coffee. I suppose I was driving him mad, I didn’t care, I wasn’t going to leave until I knew he had arrived. The whispers in my head were still there, I was in too much pain to acknowledge them though. Now it was only me and the sunset, and my lost goodbye.
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