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Brief Love

Brief Love

Autor: AeraBlake

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So I am sitting on my bed in this three-bedroom house in the corner room remembering something, I have a great imagination and the possibility of thinking beyond reality. For example, yesterday I watched a movie called "The Divine Fury" Which was a bit on the horror and exorcism side. It did not have a romantic angle and was in no way going to have a sequel. So after I slept yesterday while I kept thinking about it, I saw what I wanted in my dream. In my sleep through the night, the story had gotten further and developed a romantic angle and kept progressing in that direction. I found that very interesting as I woke up and suddenly had the urge to write about my own stories but with a twist, not that my life is boring but some things that I would like to change looking from the third-person view.
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Chapter 1

8 Years old me.

Although anyone wouldn't remember much from that past, I can say for sure, a thought that we said we would marry each other existed, of course out of our childish mind.

Every day after school we would be forced to do our homework and had an allocated amount of playtime. We cycled every day as if we were in a movie and the flashbacks went in slow motion, the time stopped when we looked at each other and laughed. We played house-house often and ate at each other's house.

We did several things together like a fancy dress competition. I dressed as a tree and Jayce as a begger I guess. Mum was working that day, dad wasn't home I guess so my masi made me dress up and took to me to the neighbor's house. We took some pictures together and laughed at how we both looked. At that time winning did not matter much but having fun did, seems like as we grow up in life, we forget that everything is not a race. Not everyone can be Raju Rastogi or Chatur Ramalingam.

I remember how Jayce as a person was, kind and fun; a child's behavior is similar to a freshly written book waiting for a fresh page at that age. He wasn't mean to me and always shared a fun time with me. I remember an incident on my birthday when everyone was singing for me, I was cutting the cake, he took some of the cake and put it on my cheek. Though it's common for anyone to do so, it made me cry... For no particular reason, I hated being someone's playground.

I still do... Maybe something scared me mentally when I was an infant, that feeling of being a pushover isn't anyones favourite.

We might have fought but memories from my childhood have been hazed recently, All I remember are the better ones...

But those memories no longer bring me joy when I think about them, Why do I still remember those memories? Shouldn't I just forget what happened when it no longer brings me joy? Or is it that I can't forget that particular time because of the pain/sadness I felt at that time.

Many thought come and go from mind on various occasions, What if that person comes into my life again?; What will be my decision?; What circumstances will be in?; Will I accpet it or deny it?; What do you think...?

Well one can only know when faced with the situation, I'll welcome that fate when it comes to it.