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I’m actually normal for once? Ha. No. Today is another Inspired By post and we’re going to attempt to be like our iconic queen, OmgRyry. Her posts are a variety of lifestyle ones but also short stories and poetry. She’s been feeling a little demotivated to write lately so you guys better head on to her recent post and send her love and words of encouragement. Go now or else I’ll steal all your cookies. And to all the other short story writers out there, this is also inspired by you because I’ve seen some of your stories and loved themmm. So just before we start, this was actually for an English short story assignment and you all KNOW how short stories stress me out so please don’t judge too hard. It’s kind of cringy but eh whatever. Also, Ryry usually jumps into her short stories right away but I always feel the need to provide unnecessary explanations so without further ado, let’s just get into the story. Prepare for the weirdness of a new literary piece from Bayance. Ew, I just realized I can’t use any gifssss. You all better have a good imagination. Omg I can’t even shut up – okay, okay, let’s get started.
Blue. Adam’s eyes stared back at me from the corner of my bedroom. The air left my lungs and it felt like my bedroom was on the verge of tipping. Pinch. It wasn’t a dream. Three years of grief swelled back up in my eyes. It was like feeling homesick but knowing my home was already in ashes. Tears filled with longing, fury and shock started to roll down my cheeks…until, I noticed he was bruised. The cut down his jaw bled onto my wooden floor. Drip. Rain. Thunder. Truck. Screams. My scream. Blood. Ambulance-
“Why?” His raspy voice brought me back to the present. I forgot how much I missed the sound of it. No, Rony. You shut those doors ages ago. What was he doing here? Why now when everything was finally going well? I was about to respond when I felt my phone buzz on the nightstand. It was Seth. The corner of my bedroom was now empty.
“Hey Ron, you want to go out tomorrow? I really wanted to take you out before our wedding on the 18th and there’s this new pl-”
“Hi! I’m so sorry but I’m feeling a little sick right now. Talk later?”
“Are you su-?”, I hung up before he could finish. I couldn’t talk. Not now. I made my way downstairs and grabbed a drink of water. Deep breathes, Rony, just like the councillor said. It’s all in your head. I took a few more gulps before I pulled out my old sketchbook from under the cabinet. There’s something beautiful about getting lost in something I could control. Art was one of those few things left. I started sketching a face. Then, the eyes. It wasn’t until I pulled out my Cyan shade that I realized who it was I drew. I shook my head, crumbling the piece of paper and throwing it across the room. No more. Not now. My heart began racing and it felt like a hand was pushing down in the pit of my throat. Adam. He was sitting on the dinner table this time opening a package of Band-Aid’s. I furiously walked towards him.
“What are you doing?”, I hissed, looking around to see if anyone was watching. He sat with a smile and a bandage put on his forehead. I swear I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
His face suddenly turned serious. “Why?” There was that word again.
“Why what? Why what, Adam? You left me. Left me drowning in this dark ocean called the past. It’s not fair!” My throat began to swell up again. I closed my eyes to hold in the tears and when I opened them, he was gone.
“Rony.”, It was Seth. He closed the apartment door behind him. “What’s going on? Are you sure you’re okay? I’m starting to think-”
“Everything’s fine”, I assured, faking a smile.
“Is it him?”, Seth picked up the crumpled piece of paper that gleamed in the hallway. It was the half coloured sketch of Adam. I wish I burned it. Stupid me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Rony, look at me. Do you still love him?” Silence filled the room. I don’t think I know anything anymore. He searched my eyes for an answer one more time before storming out.
“Seth, wait!” I grabbed my purse only to find Adam against the wall behind the dinner table again. I wanted to strangle him, throw my purse at him, slap him, something for causing me all this pain, but my legs remained frozen in place.
“Why didn’t you let me go?” The words hit me like an arrow to a bullseye. Like the stitches I tried to sew around my heart were coming loose all at once. They say grief is like an ocean full of calm waves and violent storms. This was the greatest tsunami.
July 2010. Thunder roared through the sky as we were driving back from The Springs Restaurant where Adam officially proposed to me. We got into an argument on what was supposed to be on one of the happiest days of our lives. Frustrated, I turned to look out the window and Adam kept glancing at me with a familiar hurt look on his face. Like the one on Seth’s. It took one glance to take his life away. All at once, a large truck appeared in front of us. BEEP. SCREECH. SHATTER. A loud scream pierced my ears and it wasn’t long before I figured out it was mine. Adam’s body slammed forward into the windshield. Blood poured from his legs and chin like a rainfall. His eyes turned grey and the blood on his tuxedo top grew larger by the second. My vision blacked out as I started to lose control of my senses and by the time I was conscious again, only one of us made it alive. It was me.
I wish it wasn’t me.
“Rony, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” I was sobbing now. Adam kept his arms tight around me as my soul and body broke down beneath him. His shirt was covered with my dripping mascara and a scent of Armani mist. I kept my arms tight hoping to hear a heartbeat. I only felt my own. “I forgive you. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” He repeated the words like a mother rocking and reassuring her baby. Adam’s heart may have stopped on July 2010 but mine didn’t yet. Seth’s didn’t yet. So I squeezed Adam tight one last time and let him go.
Here’s what people didn’t tell me about grief: it comes with strength. I learned to swim through the ocean’s waves, even the rough ones. I learned to reconstruct my home that I thought has burned forever. And through the ashes of what was left of my life, I found gold. So as I declared, “I do” on April 18th, Adam appeared one last time sitting in the aisles. He had a bandage around his heart, and now, I can finally say the same about my own.
Ew so I just read through this again and you guys have to understand that we had to use many literary devices like similes so I had to overload the story with them. Anyways, as you can see, Ryry really needs to come through and give me some writing advice because English is not leaving the curriculum any time soon. I hope you guys enjoyed this change of writing and not cringed too hard yet.
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