buried alive by love, chapter 1
He followed her here. It was raining heavily as it had been since she left him yesterday afternoon, his coat pulled tightly around his neck and face and he held a magazine over his head to keep his untidy hair dry. She was sat at table by the window, the steam from the hot drink flowed around her face, it made him love her even more. She was his goddess, his drug, and the one thing that kept him sane. Through all the lies and the pain he just couldn't give up on her like nothing had ever happened. He moved carefully from the door to a near by chair avoiding contact with any person, he never broke his gaze upon her.
He was down on one knee, the damp from the hard pavement slowly travelling up his trouser leg. Before him stood the one woman he had ever loved and would ever love. He knew everything was right for this moment; he had planned it down to the last second. She stood under the canopy of an Oak tree in the middle of the park, sheltered from the rain. It was if they were in their own world. Light form outside falling upon her features, her emerald eyes sparkling. He took her hand in his, his stomach feeling like it was going to explode out of his mouth and everything he wanted could be taken away from him in an instant.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, he looked down at his wife giving everything into providing him with this new life. He could see her pain, tubes sticking out of her arms, sweat trickerling down her forehead. He grasped her hand tightly vowing not to let go; she needed him now more than ever. He was going to give her his everything, she deserved it. Despite all the shit he had put her through she had stuck with him. Her empty screams filled his ears as the final push and the last ounce of strength left her body. No longer was there the constant heartbeat of one but two.
He took a long swig of coffee and continued in his thoughts. She had left a long time ago but no longer could he follow. He watched her kiss him passionately, with a lust and needing she never had for him. He heart torn and shattered into pieces lay scattered forever. All this time he had spent wanting her back, hoping it was a mistake, asking him self what he had done wrong were for nothing. He had nothing left just hatred. He pulled his cell from his pocket and dialled.
The words were rushed and spilled from his mouth in streams. She looked down and smiled at him, this was the moment he was hoping for. He followed her trim figure as she got down to his level. The smile never leaving her lies until her knees were firmly on the ground. She spoke so quite it was barely possible to hear her but her words were clear. "I love you but I'm not ready for marriage and I hope that one day you'll understand why I'm leaving." With that she got up and walked effortlessly out of his life forever.
He held his delicate form in his arms, feeling his light breath on his fingers. The same eyes as his own looked up at him, big and wide, full of innocence. He couldn't wipe the smile of his face; no matter of expression could explain how he felt right now. H placed his child back in his wife's arms and watched as he twitched and giggled at he faces his mother was pulling. He was a father, a father of a boy. His eyes gazed out of the window into the street and the city beyond, the rain had stopped.
The dull and lifeless bleeps of the phone poured into his mind, waiting for his friend to pick up took an eternity. He finally heard his friends voice on the other end of the line, he sounded upset as if he had been crying. "Hello?"
"Hey Mike you ok you sound down?"
"She's gone."
"Who?"
"Melissa, she just walked off."
"Oh mate I'm sorry."
"I just don't understand she said she loved me, I love her. I really do how am I going to cope with out her?" He listened as his friend poured his heart out. He couldn't help but feel bad; his problem seemed so small in comparison. He clicked the phone shut and slid it back into his pocket. He paid for his drink and walked out of the shop slamming the door behind him. The streets seemed empty, the city was in sleep around him and he was the only one walking. The place he needed to be, to forget her, to forget everything. In front of him large neon sign flashed, 'Drinks & Girls'.
He slammed the phone shut and threw it onto the floor, talking to Tre had not helped. He didn't feel sad now only angry at what she had done to him. He sulked out from under the tree leaving the cell ringing in the background. The grass was wet from the rain and had that smell it always does after it rains. He found his way out of the park with little difficulty and walked down the empty streets to the place he could only think to drown his sorrows, the sign in front of him glowed welcomingly. It was a place he was not a stranger to in recent times.
He left the hospital walking hopelessly along the streets. He'd been sent home by 80 to get some rest. She was right he hadn't slept in days, but how could he? It was getting dark; the city became different at night. Dingy street lights fell on the ground. He walked the pavement trying to find his car; club signs caught his eyes every now and then. One in particular he recognized and he was eagerly dragged into its delights, just for one celebratory drink.
He was down on one knee, the damp from the hard pavement slowly travelling up his trouser leg. Before him stood the one woman he had ever loved and would ever love. He knew everything was right for this moment; he had planned it down to the last second. She stood under the canopy of an Oak tree in the middle of the park, sheltered from the rain. It was if they were in their own world. Light form outside falling upon her features, her emerald eyes sparkling. He took her hand in his, his stomach feeling like it was going to explode out of his mouth and everything he wanted could be taken away from him in an instant.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, he looked down at his wife giving everything into providing him with this new life. He could see her pain, tubes sticking out of her arms, sweat trickerling down her forehead. He grasped her hand tightly vowing not to let go; she needed him now more than ever. He was going to give her his everything, she deserved it. Despite all the shit he had put her through she had stuck with him. Her empty screams filled his ears as the final push and the last ounce of strength left her body. No longer was there the constant heartbeat of one but two.
He took a long swig of coffee and continued in his thoughts. She had left a long time ago but no longer could he follow. He watched her kiss him passionately, with a lust and needing she never had for him. He heart torn and shattered into pieces lay scattered forever. All this time he had spent wanting her back, hoping it was a mistake, asking him self what he had done wrong were for nothing. He had nothing left just hatred. He pulled his cell from his pocket and dialled.
The words were rushed and spilled from his mouth in streams. She looked down and smiled at him, this was the moment he was hoping for. He followed her trim figure as she got down to his level. The smile never leaving her lies until her knees were firmly on the ground. She spoke so quite it was barely possible to hear her but her words were clear. "I love you but I'm not ready for marriage and I hope that one day you'll understand why I'm leaving." With that she got up and walked effortlessly out of his life forever.
He held his delicate form in his arms, feeling his light breath on his fingers. The same eyes as his own looked up at him, big and wide, full of innocence. He couldn't wipe the smile of his face; no matter of expression could explain how he felt right now. H placed his child back in his wife's arms and watched as he twitched and giggled at he faces his mother was pulling. He was a father, a father of a boy. His eyes gazed out of the window into the street and the city beyond, the rain had stopped.
The dull and lifeless bleeps of the phone poured into his mind, waiting for his friend to pick up took an eternity. He finally heard his friends voice on the other end of the line, he sounded upset as if he had been crying. "Hello?"
"Hey Mike you ok you sound down?"
"She's gone."
"Who?"
"Melissa, she just walked off."
"Oh mate I'm sorry."
"I just don't understand she said she loved me, I love her. I really do how am I going to cope with out her?" He listened as his friend poured his heart out. He couldn't help but feel bad; his problem seemed so small in comparison. He clicked the phone shut and slid it back into his pocket. He paid for his drink and walked out of the shop slamming the door behind him. The streets seemed empty, the city was in sleep around him and he was the only one walking. The place he needed to be, to forget her, to forget everything. In front of him large neon sign flashed, 'Drinks & Girls'.
He slammed the phone shut and threw it onto the floor, talking to Tre had not helped. He didn't feel sad now only angry at what she had done to him. He sulked out from under the tree leaving the cell ringing in the background. The grass was wet from the rain and had that smell it always does after it rains. He found his way out of the park with little difficulty and walked down the empty streets to the place he could only think to drown his sorrows, the sign in front of him glowed welcomingly. It was a place he was not a stranger to in recent times.
He left the hospital walking hopelessly along the streets. He'd been sent home by 80 to get some rest. She was right he hadn't slept in days, but how could he? It was getting dark; the city became different at night. Dingy street lights fell on the ground. He walked the pavement trying to find his car; club signs caught his eyes every now and then. One in particular he recognized and he was eagerly dragged into its delights, just for one celebratory drink.
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