Taylor
walked down the boulevard, her flats clicked against the pavement. The sun
caught her golden flocks of hair, contrasting it beautifully with her blue
eyes. Taylor was aglow, yet still, she was in an unusually dark place.
The
eclipse happened just hours earlier, over coffee. Austin kept fiddling with his
spoon, his cup went untouched, there was something heavy on his heart, and it
wasn't the good kind of weight. This troubled Taylor, so she asked him what was
wrong.
Silence.
That
always meant trouble. Nothing, not even a million words breathed in contempt
could spell doom like silence. He wouldn't speak. So she did.
What's
wrong?
The
question bounced onto the table like a little ball, then bounced off, unanswered.
Taylor’s uneasiness grew. Austin was an artist, expression was everything to
him, and so if he had nothing to say, it was probably because he had nothing to
feel.
Taylor
took his nervous hands in hers and leaned forward, as if to tell him a secret.
Austin.
She paused before finishing. Do you still want this?
Austin
looked away then, all at once answering the question and dismissing its
discourse. Taylor left the Coffee shop hollow and found her way to the boulevard
she was now on.
Just
as she broke out of her reverie, a Gypsy bumped into her. It didn't take
mystical powers for the strange woman to realize something was wrong.
You
seek something child?
Yes.
Taylor replied involuntarily.
The
Gypsy reached into a sack that served as a bag and brought out a pearl
necklace. Take this. She said, and Taylor took it. The necklace grants a single
wish, and the pearls are the number of times you can have the wish. So if you
seek a cat, wish for a cat, and you can have 12, as fast or as slow as you
want. The Gypsy smiled.
Taylor
stroked the pearls on the necklace then looked up. The Gypsy was gone. Taylor
laughed there alone; it was a nervous, troubled laugh. Would it work? This is
silly, she mused. But she decided to try it anyway.
Okay
Pearls, I wish to have a moment, a special moment, with each one of my Exes, in
the future-tonight, and when the clock strikes twelve, we will share a kiss.
The kiss will tell me....I don't know, if they're the one, or not? And if not
you will bring me back here, and I'll go again, to whichever Ex I choose. She
shook her head then as if in unbelief of her words and the charm. I know that
is like, five wishes in one, but I don't even know if you're gonna work at all.
Here goes, Taylor.....
Taylor
Lautner. He turned around to face her, with a smirk on his face. I knew you'd
be back. He said, and kissed her before she could say anything. It wasn't
midnight yet, but he was always so forward. It's one of the things Taylor had
liked about him.
They
walked, they talked, they laughed, and each time her eyes grew wider and her
heart beat a little faster. By the time midnight came, and it was the New Year,
they shared an easy, subtle kiss.
But
it wasn't what Taylor was looking for.
Next
was John Mayer. He appeared with his guitar. He sang a tune, custom made for
her. It spoke of a glass cup that only ever fell in love with stones, and the
harder the stones loved her, the more likely they were to break her heart.
His
kiss was briefer. He wasn't the one.
Taylor
pulled out yet another pearl and called out Harry Styles. He was hard to find.
About two dozen girls thronged him and it took Taylor a while to separate him
from all of them. By the time she did it was already a quarter to midnight.
Harry
said he missed her then wound his hands around her waist and planted a kiss on
her neck, which bloomed up to her face and grew wild but lovely petals on her
lips. They didn't pull apart till quarter past 12. Taylor was thrilled. Harry
was always so passionate
But
passion is not love.
Taylor tried another three, was triply dissapointed and tired. She
pulled out another pearl, deciding then, that it would be her last.
Austin. She said feebly.
Fireworks lit up the sky, reflecting upon her face in strokes of
red, blue, yellow and green.The world around was as a chameleon changing
colours, but his lips did not change. They were soft on hers, gentle, and
sweet.
It wasn't till a minute later she pulled back and gazed into his
eyes. She saw yet another stroke of fire explode in them. She thought to
herself. This is love. It has to be.
Taylor decided then that this was the future she wanted, with
Austin. He was the one! She bit her lips and grabbed onto the collars of his
shirt. Ready to pull him in again, but there was resistance this time, albeit
slight. The wonder in his eyes suddenly gave way to hesitation; he looked at
her and almost enunciated the word "sorry "with his facial
expression.
Slowly he peeled her hands off him, like bandages from a healed wound.
Then offering one last cursory smile, he turned away and began to make his way
through the crowd. He was going home, to his past, present and future.
He left without her.
“Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening
tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of
me... I wish to know how to keep you... You rise like a tide in my oceans,
shine bright like the moon over them, and darken the sky when you mysteriously
leave... “― Oksana Rus
“Some men can love
forever, some for six years, some for six months, and others for six
hours.”
AKIN, PAW PAW AND THE XMAS GOATVAN VICKER in THE WINTER THAT NEVER ENDS
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