unpleasant twist (original story)Girl perspective

rainy cold day, you are enjoying evening tea, you await a call from your loved one, time passes, the loved one does not calls, nor he comes home. at first you do not worry.... but your mind is becoming more and more creative with your thought of what has happened with your lover. you call, and call, but the only one who answers is the operator again and again, "sorry this number is unreachable please check the number and dial again"
your heart begins to hurt, you dont know what has happened, its been hours already... time passes.... all you can do is wait. you do not know what has happened. you are so stressed out that only thing you can do is to warm yourself up with warm tea, to stop you from shivering. you are a bit tranquil, as you remember the morning. when he said to you "i love you" you soak in his words, then you remember his silly message... something about boiled roses, complete none sense it made you laugh. as you think about him it gets easier. but still a suspicious thoughts comes to mind.
you do not know how he truly feel about you. rain drips dashing on the window right now....

you start pacing around the room, you dont have a clue, you dont know a thing...you start to call everyone who knows him.... call after call no one knows where he is. hes gone missing. you think he is with someone else, enjoying the time, your mind becomes clouded, you miss him.... time goes by, minutes and minutes, rolls away. the tea grows stale and cold, you think to yourself. where is he,,,, you start to doubt him , his love, then you go sit on the couch... remember how he held you, remember how soft was his touch ,he said you were the only one why would he lie to you? as you reminisce you start to cry. your heart does not want to believe that he betrays you now in this instant, but your mind is also strong to not give up the thoughts.... you feel anxiety, you dont know what to do... there is nothing you can do but to wait when he comes home from his secret lover. well... but is he really...? really have another? when i looked into his eyes i could not see it. i would have sensed if he has another... this cant be true... i refuse to believe it. , but still the mind..
the mind is so persistent and imaginative.. that you cant not to think about what he is doing right now. maybe he is telling the same things he told you to another.

you think you are going crazy.... and as the moments pass...
the phone is ringing after many hours of silence.... the phone is finally ringing. you look at the phone... hmm thats strange, unknown number..... so you pick up the phone, you didnt knew that you will regret in doing so...moments later. you drop your phone... it just slips out of your hand you are frozen, you can't breath cant even speak. you are..... shattered. your mind. cannot take it. and you faint. all goes black. minutes later you regain consciousness. why am i, on the floor? and then you remember....... the phone is on the ground... you recall everything... the caller was a police officer. doing his job, although as unpleasant it may be he had to tell you. that your lover has died in an accident , on a rainy day.... at the wrong time ant the wrong place, at the wrong corner on the wrong street, with an umbrella you bought for him your gift to protect him from the rain. there he stands. on the corner of the street ready to walk across. as he sees from the corner of his eye... its too late. he is hit hard from the car who lost control on the wet pavement. he is dead on the spot. your lover. is gone.

and you start to regret all the silly thoughts you thought about him, you ask him to come back. you cry and scream say this cant be happening. but it is. he is gone and there is nothing you can do about it. He said he would never betray and you believe him only now after he is dead and gone and never to return again..... you didnt know that in his last moments he blessed you and your umbrella. smiling thinking about you. wanting just to get home just to be able to hug you. he never did came home. you are left, with your silly thoughts with an empty home with his shirts his clothes. he was here in the morning with you in the bed. warm close beside you. and now here is no one to dry your tears.. you roll up like a cat in the bed, and weep. weep... cry. he is gone. you remember his words. dont cry my love im in your heart., you smile and say quietly... you fool you are not here with me. the end
and no he will not come back to life miraculously

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