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joleneruberj · 3 years

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He stood with his back to me, looking at the painting by Rubens “The Fall of the Damned"

I looked at his silhouette, and goose bumps ran down my spine. I haven't seen him for so long. I literally forgot what he looks like, but only the back of his head recalled everything that I once had time to lose.

He did not sense that there was someone else in the room. Maybe I was a ghost in his eyes. Perhaps he knew that someone was there, but ignored it. His breath echoed in every corner and dug into my soul.

Since the last time I saw him, he had not been so stately, and now his presence filled the room with a gloomy but cozy scent of oak.

I took a step forward, hinting at my presence. The sound of a heel thump filled the empty room.

He turned slowly, and my heart felt like it was torn apart. It was as if I was paralyzed.

He tried to see me at a fairly distant distance, trying to figure out who he should be addressing.

“Sorry, I didn't notice you,” he said, as if he had never met me before.

He took a step forward, and I realized that the meeting had already taken place, and it was already impossible to avoid it.

“I'm Scott,” he said lightly in his voice. - "and you?"

His question stabbed me with a knife. He doesn't remember me. Or maybe he doesn't even know. Like I never knew.

- "(y / n)." - I answered in the same way as when that long ago, to our first acquaintance - “(y / n). Remember me?"

The slight smile faded from his face, with his eyes he looked for a clue on my face

“… I haven't seen you for so long. Sorry, I wouldn't even think it was you. Everything has changed so much.”

“Fortunately or unfortunately, time always takes its toll. And then he took what belongs to him.”

"All in the past." he said with a stern voice, reminiscent of the Scott I remember. “I don’t really want to remember any of this. The past is in the past. Now a new life has come.”

I looked into his blue eyes, filled with longing and fatigue, which a couple of minutes ago were glowing from familiarity with the unknown. Probably I was looking in them for the answer to the question that torments me these years, which I all this time dreamed of asking him looking into his eyes. Well, here he is.

“Are you happy?”

His blue eyes in the darkness seemed to darken even more, he looked down at his shoes and sighed, replied:

“I don’t remember when I was happy. I remember that it was a long time ago, I was different. With a different environment, different thoughts. I was happy with those who mean nothing to me now. I do not remember their faces, voices and names. I'm not happy (y / n). I died once, and now I live the life of a dead man.”

I wanted to hug him. But this was the most difficult decision in my life in recent years.

But As if something pushed me, and I easily hug him.

I closed my eyes, not hoping that I would be reciprocated. But thin fingers gently touched my back, and then the palm completely lay on it. He squeezed me tightly in his arms like never before. His clothes smelled the same as they did long ago. The hair was soft and the touch was so familiar.

Tears came to my eyes. I didn't want this to happen, but I gave vent to my feelings. I wanted to drown in his arms and stay in them forever.

My hands slid down his back, the fabric of his jacket felt softer, and the air around him went cold. Soon the embrace eluded me.

I opened my wet eyes. The room was dark. The open window stirred the curtains.

Getting out of bed, I glanced at my watch. 4:23 am, November 8th.

A photograph of Scott was staring at me from the bedside table. So young and handsome.

“We haven't seen each other for so long,” I whispered.

In the photograph, he glows with life. But unlike Scott, photography won't die. She will live forever.

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joleneruberj · 3 years

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Imagine feeling your most comfortable around Dennis.

You didn’t have many close friends, and hardly any that you felt comfortable enough to be completely yourself with. That’s part of why you loved Dennis so much. He got you like no one else ever had, and he embraced every bit of who you are. You laughed together, confided in one another and were really as close as two people could be.

One night, after the Blush office had closed, you and Dennis remained behind, setting up a practical joke for Elliott the following morning. As you both admired your handiwork before getting ready to head out, you had a moment of complete seriousness. "You’ve always felt like home," you told him.

He looked at you strangely for a second, and you almost regretted the words, but then his face softened into an understanding smile and he said. "You know what, yeah. You feel like home to me too."

For anon

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