The Storm

The storm has passed , so has the hope of seeing him again-

Nov 9 2011,

It was a bright winter morning. The sun decided to shine a little brighter today, so much so that I did not even snooze my alarm after 7 am . I woke up to streaks of bright yellow light peeping through the window , illuminating my face.
I slide into my comfy panda slippers and pour myself a warm cup of coffee with enough sugar to comatose me.
Today should be like any other day except the awfully unexpected weather. It is 8 am now and I head out the door to get my daily routine started… Oh and to tell you a bit about myself.. My name is Elle , I’m 25 years old and interning at a leading design firm. I graduated last year with a degree in advanced design and have a ton of ambitions lined up.

I’m already late for work so I decide against stopping at dunkin’s to get myself my usual sugar loaded donut. I take public transport on a regular basis in order to save enough for my travel plan, which can be a total bummer when you’re short on time .
I try to make the most of my time in bus by reading novel(s) and listening to podcasts, today I’m listening to something about love which in my life is non- existent .
I reach office by 9 and crash at my desk.. ughh I have so much work to complete. I’m more of a finisher so I try to complete all the work that needs to be done but somehow the stack of assignments keep restocking every morning… I’m probably over thinking.
It’s almost 2 pm now and my chatty best friend turns my chair around which is usually an implication that “Enough work has been done here,now get up and feed your stomach and mine”.

Her name is Ven , short for Venessa.
Ven and I have been the best of friends for as long as I can remember, she works in the hr and has a really sweet lover -”Oh ,hi Nate … what’s up?” who also meets her every.single.day for lunch.
We chat for nearly an hr talking about our jobs , their decision to move in together, yada yada yada and the weather (that’s what you do when you don’t have a ‘boo’ to talk about) which now that I think about has changed significantly. The sky’s clearly sad and the weather is much colder now. “Oh shit… It’s 3 ..I completely forgot about my meeting — see ya later lovebirds”. I run back to the elevator and practically jump out of it, take my notes and pitch my ideas for the next 3 hours.

It’s 6 and charcoal black outside, completely different from what I was expecting based on the sun in the morning.
I’m walking towards the bus station juggling my designs and adjusting my dress which clearly was a bad decision to wear in this weather.What an arduous life ! The wind has taken a toll on the street lamps and is soaring like never before “oH…fUDGE”, just perfect. It’s a meteor shower only without the meteors and with ice cold water ( = rain).
By the time I reach the bus station I’m completely wet…. wait that sounds wrong… I am completely drenched from head to my expensive heels that I probably will never be able to afford again…
“Oh thank God ! “The bus just arrived like a knight in shining armour to rescue me from hell unleashed on earth.
I quickly board the bus and there he was —

There he was … adjusting his perfect hair just like before , there he was looking into my eyes piercing right through my heart , there he was after all this time with the same smile that healed my scars. ‘Elle…’ ,he said. ‘Marc…’ I said. Time seemed to have stopped. I can barely notice anything other than my beating heart and his smile. He walked towards me and stood just a step away from me… I could swear that I stopped breathing . He inched towards me and I closed my eyes and a while later opened them to realise that he’d reached out to take the load out of my weak soaked arms. He moved towards the end of the bus where he was seated earlier without saying a word and I obediently followed.( god, what was I thinking…. it has been forever..i couldn’t have embarrassed myself any more than I already have) .
We sit next to each other in an awkward silence… I mean where do we even start? there is so much I want to ask and more that I want to tell. We finally break the silence together with “ THE STORM …the weather … IS CRAZY …is beautifully chaotic “. He’s always been so charming with his words. Marc and I used to be classmates in college. We did not really start on the best note…let’s just say there was another level of awkwardness between the two of us. As college continued we started talking ,getting to know each other … we’d spend the entire time together in college and talk for hours over phone after. Everything was better with him around, even silence. Towards the end I realised that I was deeply , madly and hopelessly in love with Marc. Some saw it coming , some were surprised …according to them it was uncanny because we were nothing alike yet our personalities used to fit just like a glove .

I looked out of the window, the rain wasn’t pouring the sky’s sadness anymore… I looked at him and paid attention to everything he said… he was talking about how he had listened to his heart and pursued his inclination towards architectural journalism and had the opportunity to travel various places with his company last year and had come back to document and publish all of it.The entire time he just wouldn’t shut up about this movie that we watched the first time we went out.. how he got a dvd of it …how he accidentally ran into the actors ……I was so lost in his words…that I noticed the bus start moving past my usual stop “ OH SHUCKS… DAMN DAMN DAMN …Hold on sir …please stop the bus “… I take my design rolls and run towards the door and quickly get down a few steps away from my bus stop . As quickly as I got down, I look at him and realise that I didn’t get to say goodbye.
I walk towards my apartment with my designs, now carrying my broken heart along with tear drops in my eyes.

It is 10 pm at night, I sit all by myself in my empty apartment looking out of the window thinking…

“ The storm has passed , so has the hope of seeing him again.”

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Continuation for part 2,

Nov 10 2011,

It’s just another day in life, I wake up with last night’s regret of not asking about his whereabouts or his contact details. I keep losing myself to my past …

Back in 2010 ,towards the end of our course I decided to finally tell him how I feel after 101 rehearsals in front of Ven to make sure that I conveyed each and every emotion I felt around him. It was our graduation day, I was walking towards him to finally confess when my classmate walks up to me and starts gushing about how her friend told her that Marc was about to propose this other girl in class … apparently it all happened suddenly. He fell in love with her a couple of months back and everything was very hush hush… after 20 mins of shattering my heart she finally leaves and I see marc giving a girl a blue tulip, my favourite flower.
I didn’t see the point of confessing now that his heart belonged to someone else so I turned around to leave and that’s when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around avoiding his eyes, I couldn’t have him realise the pain he caused . I couldn’t have him make it go away this time.
I don’t remember most of what he said until he handed me a book based on which was the movie we watched the very first time. The next thing I remember was breaking down in his arms … all the pain seemed to disappear . After I don’t know how long we pulled apart and were asked to be seated for dean’s speech. I told my studio coordinator that I was feeling unwell and collected my degree and walked out of the auditorium leaving everything, everyone behind except Ven.

It’s 12 noon and I’m straight out of shower , I plan to stay home today so I called in my sick leave. I check my collection of dvds to see which movie I should watch when I see the book , the same one that he couldn’t shut up about. I decided to finally read it today. I never really understood the point of reading a book after watching the movie and vice versa… you already know what’s gonna happen.
I start reading. It’s 3 pm now and I am halfway through the book when I find a letter written on the blank pages…

I couldn’t believe what I just read. I still have 3 hrs to see him again. I’ll tell him how I feel this time, ask him why he didn’t tell me before.

At 4 I rush outta my door , 2 hours before I see him again…

The storm has passed , but my love for him and hope to see him hasn’t.

to be continued in part 2.

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