True Love

"I'm sorry, Brendan. I didn't mean to. Brendan I'm sorry. I love you, I've always loved you, please Brendan." Her eyes were filled with glistening tears.

Love is a strange thing. When you go after it, you might not get it. When it is here, you don't realize it. Amber lost her chance to really love the person she could be with. Her ego and ignorance led to her loss three years ago.

The sun shone over the quiet suburbs. Brendan sauntered about in his room-glum and disheartened. The room was in a mess. Fashion magazines carpeted the dirty floor and bottles of perform adorned the corner where the dressing table stood. The bouquet of honey suckle and roses laid decaying on the floor. All those were meant for her - the girl he loved.

He remembered the first time he saw her. She stood out of the rest. Her beautiful greenish blue eyes and wavy-blonde hair, almost golden added to the charm of her stunning figure. He loved her, not only for her outer beauty but also her inner self. Yes, it was love at first sight for him.

Soon, the clouds covered the searing sun and a gentle breeze started to blow, in which the pollen fluttered like butterflies in a flower garden. But Brendan was not much influenced by the weather, for he was caught up in the bog of his own thoughts and feelings. He lay down on the couch, while his mind kept thinking of the girl he loved, Amber.

He lay down on the couch, with his eyes wide opened, staring at the ceiling fan spinning in a deliberately slow motion. He looked pretty down-at-heel in the shabby clothes he wore. His hair was all messed up, and his face look as if it was unshaved for a long time. The wind seemed to get stronger and faster by the minute and so did his abnormal and concerning behavior. He gazed in the empty space senselessly, thinking of her.

A thin layer of perspiration covered his face and he ambled all over the room, kicking all that came his way. Why did she not respond to him? Did she not feel his passion, his ardor for her?

He was angry, mad at himself for not being able to express his feelings towards her. Soon the darkness covered the sun and his heart. He was fed up with this life of deprivation, so he took a bold step - he swallowed a bottle of rat poison. It was a choice that he took to put an end the agony he was going through and the pain that he felt in his heart, like pieces of shrapnel stuck in it.

Amber never responded to him. Maybe she never felt what was in his heart. But the poor soul loved her more than his life. Her ignorance led him to his doom. That morning, they had a dialogue. He had dared to say what was in his heart, but in reciprocation, he received insults. She embarrassed him in front of the whole class.

It was all gloomy then, both inside and outside. Dark clouds covered the sky and the winds slapped sand on the dirty windows that banged. It was really dark then. The poison had taken over him. He felt weak and feeble. A knock at the door was heard above the howling wind. Amber stood in front of him.

That was when those words came from Amber's mouth, the words of truth. She advanced towards him, but before she could take another step further, he fell. His body was lifeless, motionless. Tears started pouring from Amber's eyes down to Brendan's pale skin. She clasped her true love and wept. Her bashfulness had cost her too much. It was all, but her own fault.