[Ambrosia Bellemore]
"Look at that view!" I shrieked.
"Imagine how it must look like while it's night!" Benjamin shrieked.
"I can't believe this is where I'm going to live now!" The Asian woman shrieked.
"Congratulations." The Asian man shrieked.
"Shut up." The Asian woman shrieked.
"To you too!" I shrieked at them.
"We're about to land!" The elderly woman shrieked.
"Oh my God my ears are popping." I shrieked.
"Stop being a baby!" Benjamin giggled.
"Why did you giggle?" I groaned in exasperation.
"I did?" He asks, mortified. He also checked his pulse for good measure.
We had been shrieking for about twenty minutes now. The other people are giving us dirty looks, but after living under my mother's roof for twenty two years, there was nothing that could faze me. The air hostess was almost on the verge of tears, and the elderly man, whose name is Patrick, had the good grace to hand her a tissue and give her a small pat of assurance on the back.
We were very close to my freedom. So close, that I could taste, no, feel it. Now the only thing left when I get there was to find myself a man. So easy, right?
Not.
But I wouldn't let that dampen my spirit. I had four months left before I actually had to worry about the wedding, and I was almost certain that I could live all of my life in the span of these few months.
"I'm finally free!" I shrieked as I walked out of the plane, my bags in one hand and the bottle of Sunset Rum on the other.
What? It was good.
"Ambrosia, stop before your fall face first on the ground." Benjamin warns.
"That would be such an adventure!"
"Did her mother drop her a lot when she was a kid?" Patrick whispered loud enough for all of us to hear.
"I don't think so. But I'll make sure to ask her when I meet her."
"You take care of yourself, okay? Eat, don't be like those skimpy models my son likes to ogle at. Men like women with meat on their bones" The elderly woman, Reggie adviced me, hugging me with her frail arms. I smile at her.
"You shouldn't try to change yourself for men. Be as you are. They will come running after you when their zero figured girlfriend ditches them, just like my man here." The Asian woman says, giving me a friendly squeeze. Her husband shakes his head at me from behind her. I crack a smile.
"You don't let that man go, Darlin'. Remember what I said, and you'll be making small blue eyed, black haired kids in no time." Patrick says, cackling. Benjamin and I blush. They insisted that we were together even though we'd told them we weren't a thousand times.
"Okay, we have to leave. Let's go, Ambrosia." Benjamin urges, pushing me forward. I wave at the people I'd befriended in such a short time, smiling to myself how this long flight could gave me so much to remember. Then I look at Benjamin. He looks up and catches me staring at him.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"I'm contemplating whether this would be the perfect time to say goodbye." I admit, looking into his beautiful green eyes.
"Would it?"
"Yeah, why push it when we know it's going to be over soon?"
"It's goodbye then, Miss Bellemore." He says, giving me a mock salute.
"Goodbye and a happy life to you too, Mr Earlswood." I bow slightly and we smirk at each other.
And then we walk away.
~•~
"I thought I would never see you again." I mumble against his hard chest.
"We were meant to meet again, Darlin'. It's fate." Patrick says, patting me in the back.
"Miss, do you want to go or not?" The cab driver asks, looking back and forth between the three of us.
"One minute, please." I say, removing those darn heels from my feet and placing them on the seat.
"Where is your friend who was supposed to pick you?" Reggie asks.
"She had an emergency. She gave me her address and asked me to catch a cab."
"What a horrid friend!" She exclaims and I roll my eyes, smiling slightly. I'd amways wanted a grandmother like her.
"Give me the address." Patrick says, extending a hand. I give him the paper I'd scribbled it on.
"That's odd. This paper says she lives in 125 Tummel Street. But that's where Freida lives, isn't that right, love?"
"Freida is my friend. How do you know her?"
"Because she lives next door to me, that's why!"
"That means we are neighbours, Ambrosia!" Reggie screams.
"Come, come. We'll take you home." Patrick says, grabbing my bags as Reggie steers me forward.
"I think I can manage finding my way on my own, you know." I complain.
"Rubbish. You're coming with us. My son will be picking us up, it's no trouble."
"Fine." I give up and let myself be steered to another car.
It takes me fifteen minutes, by which time we were already half way to my new house, to realise that I was bare foot and had left the only pair of sexy heels I had in a cab in New York.
"I knew it was too beautiful for someone like me." I groan.
~•~
[Calum Achorn]
I found her heels in a cab in New York.
"Oh, for the love of everything that's holy."
~•~
Ha.
To be honest, I don't know what happens next. So, while I was contemplating, this poem happened. Opinions are welcome!
What good is life?
When we laugh till we can't take it anymore,
When we cry until we can't anymore,
It's a pretense, isn't it?
When the sun makes us feel alive,
When we feel like the luckiest beings under the sky,
Would you notice the moments that passed you by,
You wouldn't, Would you?
Like a creature under the sea,
Feeling the strain, longing to be free,
Don't you find it uncanny, that your life is what they take away,
When you feel so dark, the strings you fastened fade away.
But you don't feel it, do you?
You don't sleep so good anymore,
You don't feel the rain on your soft skin,
You find yourself in places you've never been,
But it's life, you tell yourself,
Wouldn't I get a chance?
You won't, would you?
You stand at the brink, looking up, looking down,
What do you see?
The Misery, the Pain, the Sun, the Rain,
What do you see?
You tell me you see nothing.
-Sivani Yasashree
Sooo? Is it good? Bad? Let me know!