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Ian Kingsley
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She was broken.
I could not help but throw my arms around her fragile body. I am still not sure about many things; but during all our time together, one thing I am totally sure about, is that I care for her. Yes, I may not always show it, but I have cared for her, and will always care for her. Afterall, she IS a part of my family now.
As much as I hated her father, as much as I wished for him to be dead... This was not what I meant, or wanted, or wished for. I know how much parents mean for children; no matter how much rude they could be, how much heartless, violent, manipulative; there is always that small part inside your heart, hoping. Hoping that they might still love you, hoping that they might change, hoping that they are still the same people whom you love.
So when I say I felt her in that hospital, crying, shaking, sobbing, breaking... I mean it. Eight years ago, I was there, in the same place as hers, looking at the person whom I called my father; shaking my head in disbelief, crying, sobbing, wondering, why me and my family?
But today is not about me, or him.
It's about the woman crying in my arms, shaking with fear, she has a pure heart. Maybe she didn't know about many things her father did for money, maybe she did not realise that nothing else mattered for him, maybe she thought her father could change, maybe, just maybe, there was a hope for her, for him.
But now?
"Shh, I am here." I whispered slightly as if to remind her that I was there. I frowned while no answer came out from her mouth, no voice of sobbing was heard, no shaking...
What happened?
"Amy?" I called out to her but once that there was no answer, I slightly adjusted myself to take a look on her face, but when I did, I became more concerned for her as she stared at the wall, no emotions displayed in those brown eyes of hers, her whole face vacant of any kind of emotion, she looked just like me, when I finally was able to accept the fact that he was never going to come back.
"Why me?" She spoke in a voice that could barely be called a whisper. I sighed and without thinking one more time, held out my hand as her gaze went from my outstretched hand to my face. "Come with me." I stared at her as her tired eyes opened and closed a couple of times before speaking, "Where?"
As much as I wanted to use that corny dialogue 'Trust me' I know how cringe it is for me, so instead I spoke, "Just take my hand, I am not going to murder you, I promise." Her lips turned into a smile that did not quite reach her eyes, but I promised to myself, I will make her smile by the end of the night.
Sighing, she grabbed my hands as I stared down at our enjoined hands, how small her hand looked in comparison to mine, how soft her hands were. Taking her on her feet, we both left the dark room and towards my car, to a place only I know.
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We were on a very long drive, leaving the whole hustle-bustle and noises of the New York City behind, and through some never-ending lonely roads, towards peace.
As the words around us slept, we cruised through the empty roads, I snuck glances at Amy as I drove...
The light of the dashboard lit up her face, casting shadows across the highlights of her face, her gentle cheekbones, soft lips and a perfect creation.
Sensing my gaze, her eyes flicked over to me, and then, she flashed me a small smile. A part of it, yeah, but we are getting over there.
The rest of the drive went into silence as I pulled over to a overlook by the beach.
My eyes found hers as she stared outside the window, confusion clearly displayed in those eyes. As her gaze approached me, I gave her an encouraging nod, causing her to open the car door.
We stepped outside and listened to the muffled crash of the water hitting the shore as the chilled breeze seeped into our clothes.
"When my dad died..." I broke the silence, and she looked over to me, giving me her full attention and encouraging me to continue on, so I did.
"I was broken, shattered, lost..." I stretched out my hand in her direction and this time without any hesitation, she took my hand and we walked towards the shore.
"No one was there to comfort me, mom was lost in her own grief, James was there, yes, but he still could not fill up that space and made me happy again. He tried, he tried so hard, but afterall, we both were young back then..." I left her hand and moved a little bit lower so that I could untie my shoes. Noticing me, she did the same and as soon as we were barefoot, I wiped my hands and took her hands in mine again before continuing.
"Then one day, I became so fed up with being all sad, being all lonely, being locked in that one room without coming out... I took my car keys and just left, not knowing where the next destination would be." I looked around the empty beach, ofcourse it would be empty, it was almost 3 or 4 in the morning; not that many people know about this place, it is almost five hour drive away from New York city. People would rather visit the nearby, yet crowded beaches, instead of taking a five hour drive to this heaven.
"And then I found this place." Our eyes captured the beauty of this beach, the blue water glittering under the shining of the moon, making it look like many uncountable glittery balls spread in front of us, creating an unforgettable moment.
"The peace here, the quiet here, was a therapy for me. It was like nature was healing me, like nature was my best friend at that time. So whenever I am feeling down, or just lost, or fed up, with the crowd, the responsibelities, or even you, or me, James, mom, or life in particular, I just come here, take a walk, while forgetting the whole chaos waiting for me back in New York." I looked over to her who stared at me with some feeling I could not quite place, "It will work the same for you. Come on. Let's try."
She nodded at me and with our hands entwined together, walked side past the shore as the water touched our feets and went back towards the ocean, there was a comfortable silence between us, no one of us trying to start up a conversation, lost in our own thoughts. But I decided to speak up once again.
"People are going to come and leave your life, they will do that, everytime, willingly or unwillingly... You can't break yourself everytime they do so." She sighed and nodded her head as I continued, James once told me, "We never lose our loved ones, never. They accompany us, they don't disappear from our lives. We are just like in different rooms." After that we both fell into a silence once again as we walked together.
Both of us did not care about the time as we walked and walked, and as I showed her some of the shells and some rocks where I used to hide small things back then. I was feeling better that she was finally forgetting about her grief and talking back to me, her small sarcastic comments were yet to come out, but we were making progress.
Not knowing what time it was, we decided to head back home because the horizon was starting to brighten up, indicating that the sun was about to rise. Standing up, we both shook our clothes so that the sand could be removed. Once that we both wore our shoes, we both started heading towards the car, before she finally spoke up, "Thank you." My eyes went in her direction, and it was when she finally flashed me my favourite smile, and the sunrise was behind her, creating the water shine like gold, the sky was filled with vibrant colours, and as she smiled at me, the infant sunrays highlighted her beauty, adding more of a taste to the already perfect view in front of me.
And at that point of time, she looked like a freaking goddess, who was standing near me, this emotion-less, rude, violent, heartless man, who did nothing in his entire lifetime to owe this pleasure.
We stared at each other and suddenly, I felt that our bodies started coming closer...
It was like we both were unknowingly attracted towards each other, fuck, I was attracted towards her. Her deep brown eyes, her soft cheeks, her plump lips, her perfectly created face, her body, her heart, her soul...
And that moment, I realised I was going to fuck up real big.
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