Once Lost, Never Regained - one shot

Once Lost, Never Regained

I straightened up the small child-like armchair and slapped its faded yellow and brown striped fabric to remove the dust. I heard footsteps near the door of the narrow entrance to this small plain space. I didn't have to look to know who it was. It didn't matter to me anymore. I stood up straight and turned around. He walked closer until he was just inches from me, standing at my side. Our proximity did not matter anymore either. I met his steady gaze and gave him a small fake smile. His set lips did not part, his expression did not alter.

Feeling the need to look elsewhere, I looked down at my sandals, noticed the dirt and proceeded to brush it off. As I bent down and touched the warm white leather strap I heard his voice, devoid of the allure it once held yet with a sweet melody full of yearning that I detected for the first time.

"Sometimes I sit in the evenings and think, do you even think about me anymore… or not because of the way I made you feel. You don't talk about it."

My body went rigid in response to his words. My heart, or what was left of it, dived into my stomach and allowed itself to drown as a rush of immense sadness overtook my shocked and unexpecting frame. My stomach roiled in desolation joined with my jagged heart and sent waves of nausea up my hollow chest and moist throat. I could feel the weight of his previous rejection pulling me down into the darkness of depression and loneliness again. Swallowing this, all of this, this pain so excessive in its weight, the tears prepared to extricate, I answered as neutrally as I could,

"What is there to talk about?"

As I uttered this lie, my body relaxed and straightened up to see his dejected expression. All I could see was that his prepared stance was now morose, for which I couldn't bring myself to feel even if I wanted to. This is the way it was going to be. This is what he had made me. An unfeeling, undesiring stone on a dry shore, touched by the waves of desolation at rare times as these, yet otherwise just dry.

Awwwwwwww thank you sooooooooooo much!!! You are truly very encouraging!😃😃

I'm very glad that the story can stand by itself. I've felt that many people haven't been able to connect with it, but I'm glad you can understand it. This was actually a dream I had based on my own experience and the emotions were so real...I felt like I was going through the rejection state all over again just by the mere memory of it! So that was a very intense dream and I knew I had to somehow take that out of my system and what better way to keep a record of it than by writing?😊

Thank you so much! 😃😃I feel like writing more now but I have so much work to do for school, I'm afraid I won't be able to write for a while until my finals are finished in December. Till then I won't even be too active. But we can keep in touch nevertheless and you can keep me updated on your amazing writing!😃

Aw well I think it does reflect everything u wanted to write. 😊👏 well done. And still, the title complements the text so, nice choice of words too. I like the poetic shades in this shot, such as

Originally posted by: aish_punk

hey ..nice one shot..

Rejection is smtn hard to face for sure!

n wow it was ur dream?..thats sweet.

-aish

Originally posted by: Girl_2007

Aw well I think it does reflect everything u wanted to write. 😊👏 well done. And still, the title complements the text so, nice choice of words too. I like the poetic shades in this shot, such as

"An unfeeling, undesiring stone on a dry shore, touched by the waves of desolation at rare times as these, yet otherwise just dry."

It's beautiful, do write more things please.

Besides, it's not only the description that the narrator does in this text, it's also what the characters feel, how they talk wid each other, and how they talk inside.

Btw, u just left us wondering how this scene wud end, i mean, will he do somethin?.. will he reply her?

But it doesn't mind, coz one feels satisfied after reading this, anyway. 😊

Originally posted by: indigal07

Thank you so much for your comment and for liking this. I'm very glad that the emotions I was trying to convey came across.

To answer your questions (which I am very pleased that you asked😊) No, sadly he will not reply to her or do anything. He will drop it, just like she has, or as she tries to show on the outside. He is not a very smart guy that he can tell what she feels like on the inside. To him, the girl is just bitter towards him because he rejected her in the past and she just wants to move on. Though this may be partly true for the girl, it is not the full story, which he will never comprehend, the fact that she still loves him and that she is trying so hard to move on, revisiting her past by answering his questions will only make it harder for her to move forth with her life.