The original story most likely came to life in early summer 2001 – as far as I remember – and was the result of a broken heart mixed with plenty of Tequila and an evening all on my own.
About one year ago I decided to post the story without further corrections or editing besides a spell check, just to see what happens.
Due to the reactions I now have decided to translate that very story into english, too.
I want to thank meanblackjack
– he prefers
BlackJack
– for his patient help with this translation – as he had helped me with all of my translations.
I hope, you enjoy the story and supply me with both feedback and a vote – the stars at the bottom of the page are yearning to be clicked, you know?
Don't be a mean monster, fulfill the stars desire to reflect your opinion on my story.
Yours
MaitreNuit
* * * * * * *
A young ray of sunlight floated between the pastel green leafs of the trees in front of her window, and like a soft kiss landed on her eyelids. Soft and gentle like a butterfly's touch, just as tender as
HIS
kisses used to be.
She woke up with a sigh on her lips – the birds outside seemed to sing their most beautiful songs only for her – and with a smile on her lips, she remembered
HIM
.
The sweet, precious moments in the morning, when
HE
used to take her hand before class, pulling her through a hole in the hedgerow in front of the economic high school, they both attended, caressing her face and kissing her gently.
HE
then used to say: "Good morning, little grasshopper. Now I can survive the boring hours of lectures."
Back then... In the first days of school, before the cliques established.
While she stepped beneath the streams of water, falling from the shower, she remembered how different the things have been back then, and how much she had changed since. The hard jets of water tingled on her skin and ran in slow rivulets down the curtain.
Suddenly she remembered an afternoon, back in fall of their last year at the economic high school.
* * *
It was a rainy afternoon in November, and her relationship at that time was faltering for some reasons she couldn't remember anymore. She was sitting in the yard, bitter tears of sorrow running down her cheeks. It was a very cold day and she had left her jacket in her locker, but she refused to walk through the whole building with her tears running down her face – to shameful it would have been for her to be seen.
So she sat there, shivering in her flimsy T-Shirt, while her tears bathed her face in grief. Her sobs drowned out
HIS
steps, and so she didn't realize
HIM
approaching.
HE
put
HIS
coat on her trembling shoulders – As long as she had known
HIM
,
HE
always had worn dark coats or jackets – and whispered soothing words in her ear. Then
HE
sat next to her, took her hand in
HIS
and asked her what bothered her.
At once all of her floodgates opened wide, and she poured her heart out to
HIM
. In the end it lead to the dilemma, whether she should break up with her boyfriend at that time or give their relationship a second try.
A skilled observer probably wouldn't have missed
HIS
short hesitation before
HE
answered, but she didn't register anything at all.
"Grasshopper... Do you love him?!
As she affirmed,
HE
continued:
"If you really love him, and he loves you, there is no reason to end the relationship... As long as the two of you really love each other..."
Back then, if she had wasted one single thought on understanding, what
HIS
advice included, she would have realized
HIM
advising her against
HIS
own interests.
If this relationship would have gone south, she would have been free... Maybe even free for
HIM
.
* * *
She stepped out of the shower, and a single teardrop mixed with the drops of water from the shower trickled down her face to her lip.
Soft
,
thoughtful
and
good
,
THOSE
were the words, coming to her mind spontaneously, when she tried to describe
HIS
behavior towards her.
Weak
,
annoying
and
ridiculous
,
THOSE
were the words, she had used with her girlfriends.
Behind
HIS
back, they taunted
HIM
