Twisted Strings [MONSTER EDITING - Read at your own risk]

Hymns for Reckless Hearts

I thought about it, the night Oliver said the same thing.

Fifty years now, I would be lying on a hospital bed while my grand children would tell me stories about their love lives and I would be remembering Oliver Parker, the boy whose voice I loved, who was like a melody itself, who sang with such passion that it was overwhelming in a brilliant way, whose dark hair were silk for my fingers, whose eyes shone like starlight every time he spoke of music and severe bond with his family, who admit how much he suffered but still looked strong, the boy whom I had wanted to acknowledge my voice so badly and when he praised it I felt so happy I could bet my heart would burst. And I would regret that I had known the truth and I hadn’t talked to him because I knew he was right and I had been blind and wrong all along.

I, who loved him so much didn’t trust him, shunned his feelings and mocked him for something he didn’t do. I would regret not talking to him because my heart was still a coward, no matter how much confidence I had gained.

But I didn’t want regrets; I wanted him to be my side.

‘’Okay’’ I breathed and giving me last bit of advice, Lars hung up.

‘’What now?’’ Rhodes asked me with a frown,

I tied my hair in a pony tail and rushed to the door, ‘’Now, you better wish me some luck Roderick Sullivan.’’

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The last time I ran this fast and gave my legs some nice fatigue was in a kindergarten racing competition where they offered a bucked of Lollypops for the winner. Now it was an entirely different thing.

I ran at Oliver’s apartment which was being cleaned by the housekeeper when I entered, the woman told me he wasn’t here, though I still searched it for my won satisfaction. That was a time waste, I must add. Next, I searched the school building which took me a little more than half an hour and I was dying from exhaustion.

I took up my phone and dialed Lars number, ‘’I can’t find him.’’

‘’Look around the town then, run like there’s dogs at your trail.’’

‘’But I can’t just run around … and I am tired like hell.’’ I whined,

‘’You guys dated for a while-‘’

‘’- no we weren’t exactly dating-‘’

‘’- so there must be a place where you guys went frequently get all cozy and share spit.’’ I wanted to smack Lars right now – through the phone if that could be possible, why did he had to give me graphic details every time when I clearly didn’t need them. And I swore I heard Lana snickering in the back ground,

‘’Well there that lake side where tourist in Westwall Garden.’’ I told him,

‘’Then go there!’’

‘’It’s on the whole opposite side now and my limbs are begging to sit down. And did I mention I am in my spongebob pajamas and my hair is filled with cheap glitter Lana threw on me last night? I think is best to talk Oliver tomorrow with some peace.’’

‘’Stella is leaving tomorrow isn’t it Violet?’’

I frowned, ‘’What are you getting at?’’

‘’What if Oliver leaves tomorrow as well.’’ That was enough for me to hung up and start running again. I was already processing an apology speech for Oliver in my mind.

My prediction had never been so right before when I finally made it to the site where he stood at the railing with his back on me. He was wearing the same shirt he did when he took me to his apartment, hands in pocket of his jeans and a very dull expression on his face.