08/07/2021
*I haven't written anything fiction in a long time, so I decided to test my mind when I failed to sleep. Enjoy.*
"You can't keep saying awful things to me, Anthony, it hurts!" she begged.
"You don't tell me what to say or not say, b*!" Anthony, who now looked so red in the face and rushing towards her, shouted.
Edrig was now crying. When she first met Sweet T - that's what she called him in the good times, he felt like home. He came for her every weekend in a red datsun and off they went into the woods to watch and hear birds sing. He said being with her in that space felt exuberant.
For her this was unusual. At least, it wasn't like her first boyfriend, Cris. Cris never did things like this. He always joked that she was the one to do things to impress him because he was the prize at stake. It didn't feel rights but it was okay. He made her laugh, which no one else in the world seemed to succeed at.
So, she had gotten used to Cris just inviting her to his apartment to chill, netflix and eat everything in the house – even each other.
So, when Sweet T came with all this stuff – taking her off into the woods where there was no noise except bird music, it was special.
It was on one of those days in the woods that he had confessed his love for her. The words he used she thought she had ever heard or read them from somewhere. They souded rehearsed and yet genuine. He didn't stutter. It was like he knew what he was going for. That was attractive.
"Edrig, you are not just a friend to me; you are all I want to spend everyday with – even my bad days. You bring out of me someone so good that I can't even describe. When I am with you, I am home. I want to be with you today, tomorrow and the day after. I love you. Be my girl."
She was tongue-tied for a couple of minutes. She didn't know what to say. Anthony was still looking into her eyes. She was blushing. She loved him so much and had been waiting for him to say the magic words. Now that he had said the words, she was at a loss for words.
Anthony lifted his hands, rubbed his face and looked straight into her eyes again. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"I have been in this place for sometime, T," she said with a grin. "I have waited for you to find me here and hell, it took you so long."
"Is that the 17th century way of saying yes?" He asked.
She replied, "I love you, T. I knew I did so many weeks ago."
So, like that, a love story set off, off to the unknown. They didn't plan anything. They lived each day the way it came.