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My Eternal Daydream: Part Seven

The end is almost here! This is the seventh part to my short story My Eternal Daydream. Honesty I am so happy if anyone is here, reading even just a few lines! I am just encouraging you to
contribute, share with me your thoughts below or by emailing me directly. Thank you again, even if one person is here over this busy holiday season; I am forever grateful. [Side note] I might delay the finale; if I get enough people commenting/emailing, I will put it up for you (Don’t Stress)! I just think many haven’t gotten around to starting it yet, and I would love to leave some of you in suspense! Ha ha! Enjoy the seventh part!


Part Seven: The End

I waited once more for him to arrive at school.

When he did I was sitting at the bench in the courtyard, surrounded by cherry blossoms when he sat down next to me. He looked weak, sad, torn, beaten.

“Xavier,” he said, crying softly, his head down in shame. “After today I shall never see you again,” his voice turned into a rasped. “Father knew that I was with you and has arranged for me to be sent out of the country. My train leaves tomorrow morning for Madrid.”

His whole body was trembling in sorrow as I reached for his hand; but he put it around his waist.  He rocked back and forth, it was as if the life, emotion and love in his eyes had been drained.

“You’re not going,” I said simply, “You can come live with me.”

“Xavier,” he pleaded in a dry whisper, “You do not understand.”

He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal huge purple bruises on his chest, he did his shirt back up and looked down in sorrow, “My father would kill me if that were to happen, I have disgraced the family name and shunned his reputation, and if do not follow his orders I will die.”

He stood up and so did I, “I have to leave.”

I leaned in for one last kiss, I did not care if people were around, I could not handle this already, but deal without a proper departure would be to put a stopper to my beating heart. He put a scared finger to my lips, “Don’t make this harder for yourself than it already is.” And with a single tear trickling down his porcelain skin he turned and left me, cherry blossoms blowing into the cold, bitter wind.

That was it, my life was over.

There was nothing else that I could say apart from the obvious fact that without I could not continue my existence.

That night I wrote a suicide note to my mother and sister explaining to them my story and how sorry and how selfish I was being, but if they could understand and respect my decision then I would be eternally grateful.

I slipped on my coat and opened up my window and slid down to the first floor and with the rain and window cutting into my skin I raced off.

2 thoughts on “My Eternal Daydream: Part Seven

  1. Oh my gosh. I want to hug these two lovebirds tight. I’m scared about the finale but you are right, you ARE a writer. Thank for sharing this, I’m so very honored to have read it.

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