The cupids.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Girl Who Gets To Dream.

Part 2.

Ronnie had fallen in love. She had gasped in the breath of love and she was certain about it, because she was restless, she fidgeted from time to time on her bed, and she would hold tight to her cellphone, waiting for a single tone. One night Tucker had forgotten to ring her, and as time consumed her, she finally fell to sleep. That night, yes, that night, she dreamt again.

There was a wooden cabin in a strange deserted place, and inside there were a lot of people in the shimmering light of candles, having dinner. At a corner, was a spot where a table stood, and there, sat Ronnie, Tucker and his two friends. It was a picture of deep joy, until Tucker asked her for a moment outside. Holding each other’s hands, they made their way out passed the strangers. Outside, it was just him and her. They were talking about something, but Ronnie couldn’t hear it. She was so close to them, but all she knew was that - it began with a small sweet talk, but ended with a big-bang. It all happened in silence. Yet she was certain that she heard a broken heart. Suddenly it went dark - she knew she was alone, stranded in a strange land. It was even darker when she opened her eyes.

It was 8pm the next day when Tucker had texted her. Ronnie felt a little odd, but deep inside her disturbed mind, she knew she was happy. They went out to a restaurant Ronnie had never gone to, with glistening candles, and sat at a corner. The waitress in black uniform greeted them with warm smile, and Tucker had been such a gentleman. He ordered for Ronnie, he made sure that Ronnie got what she desired - it couldn’t be more obvious that he had put extra effort s that night to please her. Ronnie felt safe and sound and utterly pleased, and at that very moment she wished she could have another 100 nights like that – the night where everything was just about him and her, when crowd suddenly became a breeze that can barely be heard. It was a picture of deep joy - until two of his friends came. Things had gone so very fast, it began with a small talk, but ended with a big-bang of disappointment. All of them walked out of the door and left her. It was getting louder – the crowd – they were indifferent to her, they ate and ate and ate, and the sound of the spoons and forks and the plates, and the talk, they talked and talked and talked, and the chairs, they screeched - it was getting louder, and louder. 

And just when everything was slowly sinking, she heard a broken heart.

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