Sea of Love Part 2
A continuation of the short story I wrote before. This is for all those who requested the next part. She finally comes back to her hometown to confront her past. Part 2 of this short story.
Part 2:
I look out at the scene before me. It’s almost exactly the same as 5 years ago.
The old drugstore was still run by old Uncle Lewis. The barbershop was right across the High School. And the High School looked pretty much the same. The students were all struggling to get out first before anyone else. Just like I was…
I realized that I was the only one who changed. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. The girl staring back at me was a different person.
In the midst of all the chaos of teenagers running around, I found a place to park my car.
I got out of the car and shoved my sunglasses inside my clutch bag as I walked towards a particularly small house right next to the High School.
The paint was redone. The roof was now a gleaming yellow staring at the sun. Yet when I walked towards the door, it still held the same sign as before, "In this house, we all love…"
I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
The man who opened it looked at me as if staring into a ghost.
A small shriek led its way to my ear, coming from the kitchenette, "Lara!"
"Mom…" I said, as she took me into her arms for a hug. "Dad…" I whispered as I reached for him. He then took me into his arms and held me for a long time.
It was a few minutes later when we got to our stories in the couch.
"What happened?" my mom asked, ever the curious one.
"It was everything I ever wanted. I think… I think I was happy…"
"I know dear. We see you all the time on TV and on the music magazines. You’re famous now!" she says.
"Well, I needed to do something about my life. I couldn’t just…stay here." I say.
"Why did you go anyway?" my mom asked.
"Because I was in love… "
"And I couldn’t bear it that he didn’t love me back…" I say, almost in a whisper.
"It’s still him then, after all this years?" she asks me.
"Yes."
"Then this time, you should tell him…" she tells me.
"I know… That’s why I came back."
This is for you. Next time, I'll give you the last part. Thank you.
I look out at the scene before me. It’s almost exactly the same as 5 years ago.
The old drugstore was still run by old Uncle Lewis. The barbershop was right across the High School. And the High School looked pretty much the same. The students were all struggling to get out first before anyone else. Just like I was…
I realized that I was the only one who changed. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. The girl staring back at me was a different person.
In the midst of all the chaos of teenagers running around, I found a place to park my car.
I got out of the car and shoved my sunglasses inside my clutch bag as I walked towards a particularly small house right next to the High School.
The paint was redone. The roof was now a gleaming yellow staring at the sun. Yet when I walked towards the door, it still held the same sign as before, "In this house, we all love…"
I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
The man who opened it looked at me as if staring into a ghost.
A small shriek led its way to my ear, coming from the kitchenette, "Lara!"
"Mom…" I said, as she took me into her arms for a hug. "Dad…" I whispered as I reached for him. He then took me into his arms and held me for a long time.
It was a few minutes later when we got to our stories in the couch.
"What happened?" my mom asked, ever the curious one.
"It was everything I ever wanted. I think… I think I was happy…"
"I know dear. We see you all the time on TV and on the music magazines. You’re famous now!" she says.
"Well, I needed to do something about my life. I couldn’t just…stay here." I say.
"Why did you go anyway?" my mom asked.
"Because I was in love… "
"And I couldn’t bear it that he didn’t love me back…" I say, almost in a whisper.
"It’s still him then, after all this years?" she asks me.
"Yes."
"Then this time, you should tell him…" she tells me.
"I know… That’s why I came back."
This is for you. Next time, I'll give you the last part. Thank you.
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