THIS SORTA FITS THE VALENTINE'S MOOD.. XD
“Will you, Isabella Queen, take Keith King, as your lawful wedded husband, for richer for poorer, for sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
“I do,” I said with tears streaming down my red hot cheeks. I have been waiting for this time for eternity. I thought that this will never happen, but at last, the time is here. My time is now.
“I now declare you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The tight cheap steel ring felt ice cold against my skin. Thousands of muscle in my body froze as he drew closer, his fingers on my cheeks, wiping off my tears, his lips on mine. A shiver crept up my spine. I thought of the mess I was bringing upon myself. I took a risk.
Just a few months ago, it was all different. I still can remember the time when I laid my eyes on him. The butterflies in my stomach and the uplifting sensation I felt.
“Ding dong, ding dong.” The continuous ring of the bell pierced thought the still, silent air in my lonely house. I dragged myself out of bed and limped to the door, which seemed to be miles away. There was a figure behind the translucent screen covering the door. His golden hair sparkled and shined under the hot blazing sun, his eyes were piercing yet attractive.
“Good afternoon ma’am. I can see that your lawn is not maintained properly and would love to be given the chance to do that. I have been passing this area several times and have great ideas.” He was no younger than me but the formality in his voice made me weak in my knees. I have never seen such a charming person in my life. He was like an angel sent from heaven to protect me.
Ever since the death of my mother five years ago, the lawn has not been maintained. It was she, who would spend her long afternoons under the sun, gardening. Now, there is this person coming along trying to take her place. I know deep down that he will not be able to replace my mother’s brilliant gardening skills, but the strong attraction I felt towards him made me accept the proposal. It was like love at first sight.
Time flew by quickly. He was in and out of my house and we spent so much time together. It felt like we were meant for each other. I always knew what he was thinking about and we were finishing each others sentences but there was a problem, one secret. I planned on telling him after some time. At first the plan was, after one month but the one month turned into two, then three and I have not spilled the beans.
Keith’s proposal was not perfect but perfect was not what I was looking for. I wanted adventure, unpredictable things and surprises.
The sky was awash with streaks of red and purple as the sun set. My weak heart could not take the three minutes sprint around the park, so we collapsed on the thick patch of green grass. I remember turning my face up to the sky, breathing like the world was running out of air. I looked up to the evening sky, thankful of air, thankful to be alive, thankful for Keith. His skin brushed against my skin as he shuffled in his position.
I could feel the blood rushing through my veins and my heart beating vigorously. Keith was lying next to me, with his sweaty chest against my shoulders, staring at me as I stared up into the sky. I did not want to make eye contact with him. Somehow, I could tell that he was going to say something important. I could read his body language and indirectly, read his mind. It has been on mis mind for ages.
“Bella?”
“Yes?” My eyes were tightly shut as I tried to clear my mind. Keith’s chest moved away from me. I was taken aback by his harsh and rough movement, and quickly opened my eyes to see what was going on. He was on one knee with a glittering piece of metal in one hand. It has only been four months and all of this caught me off-guard.
“Will you marry me, my true love?”
I probably stood there for under a minute, but to this day it was one of the longest minute in my life. Seconds plodded by, each separated from the next by an eternity. Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks. “YES!!” I chirped.
Now, when I lay awake in bed, staring at him sleep, feeling his warm breath against my neck as he breathes in and out, in and out, I am haunted by a nightmare that one day, I will lose him. I have a feeling that the secret that I am keeping from him will be kept forever, till death do us part. Will he kill me for keeping this all a secret? It is only a white lie to keep him from feeling all the hurt. But will this cause him to hurt more instead? I do not know how much time I have left, how much longer my heart can keep up with me. However, I will spend my remaining days with him and look over him from the heavens above when my soul departs this place.
*Emiko*
ps. this is actually an english essay i wrote in school.. i didn know what else to post and sharon was nagging me to post since it's already FEB.. will post more soon..
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