this story comes from an idea a friend of mines had like 5 years ago. I never wrote a story out of it, but I think this was the right moment.
Let me know if I guessed right.
love, Mena

Stupid thief

The train station is crowded, people push and pull all around. But I’m glad of it, cause I know you won’t see me, with all this crowd hiding me.
My lips curve in a smile as I figure out your face, when you’ll get off the train and you’ll see me here. I already can imagine the light shining in your eyes, when you’ll run and embrace me tight.

“ I cannot wait to see you again...” burning words crawling on the telephone lines...
“ I cannot wait to see you again.” You said. “I love you...”

Time is running out and I quicken my step to the railway line.
And here you are, so beautiful, and I guessed right, your eyes shine full of love as you run on, stretching your arms. You run and a blonde woman runs into your opened arms.

I stop, paralyzed on the sidewalk, watching you kissing her.
Cold embraces my body, ice fills every single cells of mines. But I cannot walk on, I cannot come closer to you. The only thing I can do is to watch you helplessly, as you hold her hand and you get on a taxi and leave.

I don’t know how I arrived to my car. But it seems I did, and now I’m driving just behind you, following you to see how further you’ll push. Will you bring her to your house? The same house you brought me in? Will you whisper to her the same words?

The taxi turns to an unknown street, but I don’t follow. I drive on, speechless, frozen. Your burning eyes shine inside my mind, full of joy and anticipation... but not for me.

I stop my car before your house. My feet move on, and through a blurred vision I see my pale hands touching the door, scratching the wood, pain bites my nails and crawls up my arms, but I don’t feel it.
I’m inside now. Did I walk in? I don’t remember. I walk in and out your rooms, my eyes eat every single detail, every corner of every room, where your presence lingers. Your scent, your secrets, your weakness, everything.
I feel my hands grabbing objects, one by one. I feel the noise of glass smashing, thuds and cracks. The house screams all around me, begging, praying me not to hurt her anymore.

I’m standing in the middle of your bedroom, letting my glance wandeing all around on the horrible mess I’ve created. My legs and feet move on and I walk to your bed, I lay there, cuddling up like a child. I fish inside my pocket and find my cigarettes. I light up one, breathing deeply, feeling smoke sneaking inside my body. I close my eyes.

I feel something is awakening inside me, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to feel, don’t want to understand.

I let my cigarette fall on the carpet. I can smell smoke. Lots of smoke. But I don’t care. It’s so beautiful to lay here, in your bed, still frozen by pain.

A cracking noise softy caresses my ears, the very first whisper of fire. It twist and turns, leaping and curling on the carpet. It runs out the room, giant snake of hot light.

And finally, tears come.

The ruins of the burning house slap his glance as he runs on, screaming, too shocked to wonder how this happened. A policeman stops him gently, telling him that, no, he cannot walk in.
“What’s your name?”
He tries to scroll his head, to speak fluently.
“Orlando Bloom. This is... this was my house. I just came back from a trip. How... what happened?”
The gentle man scrolls his head.
“Probably a thief sneaked in. The fire was an accident, it was not settled up on purpose. Anyway, she didn’t manage to escape on time.”
His eyes wide for the surprise.
“Is she...?”
“Dead? Yes, she is.” The gentle cop’ lips curve in a smile. “She must have been a really stupid thief.”

The end.

Ahwww loved this!!

Esp those two lines:

It’s so beautiful to lay here

A cracking noise softy caresses my ears, the very first whisper of fire.

:love:

:cry: Very sad, but very good as well. I love your short stories, Mena! But, then, I love your longer ones too. :yes:

In case you can't tell I'm kinda bored at the moment so I'm just catching up on all the shorties I've missed...

That was so sad! But such a great idea! Naughty Orlando...if he hadn't been cheating she wouldn't have died! lol Seriously, that was beautiful! I have no more words!

Jaime