The Ring Of The Bell On The Door

“Her expression changed then, becoming fearful rather than merely pained. It was the look you get when facing a sudden and

Tears burst forth from her swollen eyes like water from a dam. They spilled down her cheeks like rain in a storm. Her tear soaked face trembled as she spoke to me.

“Excellent!” I exclaimed, tears rolling down my cheek. She began to stir, her eyes fluttered- she screamed a stark dazzling scream. My love desperately clawed at her enclosure; it of course, was to no avail. I sat and watched, it was genuinely the most delectable sight I had ever and would ever see. It lasted for hours; her melodic scream, my infatuation- scream, watch-scream, watch- scream, watch- until finally, she stopped.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I promise. I was drunk and it just bothered me so…” He gave her the lame excuse he had worn out long ago.

Yet, whenever she reached for him, she met the wall he’d erected around his emotions. The last time she’d tried to step into his arms, he’d turned away, telling her he had nothing left to offer her, that he needed to give everything he had to Heather and the girls. The torment in his eyes had told her the wall he’d put up around himself had become impenetrable. There was nothing she could do but watch him walk away.

Tears flooded her eyes and she began to feel her body tremble. She felt the shock of the situation overtaking her.

A clear, blue canvas painted the skies, and the sun’s scorching rays were cushioned by white, velvety pillows. Yet he felt neither calmness or warmth, which could only be attained from ‘her’ presence. Cradling a cup of ebony, he stared pitifully at his reflection; his soul was confined by flesh, but his mind was lost in the clouds. “Hey! I’m Mallory. Lovely weather isn’t it?”. He stumbled for a reply, “Yes, yes it is. Would you care for a coffee also?”. She obliged. They conversed; while he asked her about her hobbies, she asked him about his car, occupation, and income. She seemed satisfied with his responses, and he was satisfied that she

"I don't think its hit me yet." She kept expecting her sight to suddenly return. A dull unease settled into her being. She felt an ominous apprehension as to what wave of intense emotion would soon sweep her into a sea of desolation.

Locking up the vintage, old, coffee shop once again was such a continuing feeling it seemed like it was becoming more and more of a habit each day I did it. I shut the door as the wind hit my brown thick hair, and walked towards my dad’s bridge with all of the inspirational words from him. Every Time I walked on the bridge it felt like I was getting more hope to go through life each and every day. After, reading some more of the inspirational words from my dad’s bridge, I finally went home and fell asleep.

The soft pitter patter of the rain on the ceiling and windows drowned out the deafening silence. The smell of old books and freshly printed papers surrounded you from the entrance to the tiny coffee shop in the corner. As I made my way over to the smell of fresh cocoa and coffee beans I ordered a hot cocoa and open the worn leathered book. The pages frail and tattered with water stains and wrinkled, my brain began to scan the page and let the story unfold and tell a story of forbidden love, rough seas, and heartbreak.

Tears began to well in her eyes as she threw her hand over her forehead, reciting the harrowing details of her ordeal. Her trembling voice evoked pity and pathos as she detailed her narrow escape to freedom.

As a tear rolled out of Jasmine’s sorrowful amber eyes and down her cheek, she laughed at herself criticizingly. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry for him again. You know he’s changed now and he’s not the man you loved. She sniffled, nose red and puffy, as she glanced down at the photograph her shaking hands held. Two content faces smiled up at her from the picture. They didn’t have a care in the world, oblivious that their happiness would end in two months. By now, a year had passed since the picture was taken. Jasmine knew the tenderness she felt towards those nonexistent loose threads left between her and Calvin was unhealthy, but she wasn’t sure how to cope. Within the past year, there had been a couple of times where Jasmine thought she had regained the happiness in her life. She was happy those times, or at least she thought she was for two weeks. Yet, each time she’d see something she wished she could tell Calvin about, and her heartstrings would tug, begging her to reach out to him again. Calvin had cut all means of communication between the two of them, and Jasmine had no choice but to keep her aching desire to herself.

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

I lay awake on a freezing winters night. It was as cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer’s in front of a moving vehicle. There was one thing on my mind, and one thing only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth, tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, god like personality were all I ever desired; She was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Our relationship had once been absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless; or so I believed. There was only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her desires, I just couldn 't. For I had endured thousands of long hours in the scalding heat, toiling endlessly; building prodigious mansions for men who were far more powerful than me, earning nothing but a mere pittance. However, it was worth enduring the sweet agony to win her love.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you.” He placed his hand on my back his eyes looking at me closely.