1 ~ Jerry's/ Memories
A/N : helloooo :) thank you for reading this first chapter. I hope you will like it ! Enjoy...
Blanche
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I sighed as they all started to laugh exaggeratedly, the sound echoing in the whole apartment. TV shows these days are a complete waste of time. I reached for the remote control and pressed the 'off' button. The screen became black instantly and I relaxed even more on the couch, relieved to have peace and calm, now. I looked around my apartment, reckoning that a bit more of decoration would have been great. My walls were the same white as to when I bought this apartment. There were still some boxes on the floor, waiting to be opened, but I honestly couldn't. What was inside would make me break down and sob, which I had done for sure during the first months. I closed my eyes and tried to stop all the memories coming back in my mind. I hated that. I hated being emotional. Two years had passed and I was still as hurt as on this day of 1990, when he broke up with me. I still hadn't the answers as to why he put an end to our relationship. I guessed I'll never know.
"Crap," I muttered as I wiped the small tears that started to build under my eyes. I couldn't stay here. I had to go out and clear my mind. This was kind of a ritual to me, whenever I thought about him again.
For these last two years, I rarely came out of my apartment. People could still recognise me outside. Hopefully, I lived in the lonely part of Los Angeles, where the streets aren't too crowdy.
There was a small café near by, where I was used to go in those moments. The manager knew my situation and didn't judge me about it, which I was glad for.
I got up and took my keys, exiting my apartment for the first time in a while. To me, it wasn't a bad sign, it was actually a great one ; it meant that I didn't think of him as much as I did in the beginning. Of course, it was worrying my family and the few friends I had, but I didn't care less.
"Oh, it's nice to see you, Blanche !" I turned around after closing my doorway and saw my neighbor, Ms. Lockwood. She was an elderly woman, friendly smile and really good macaronis ! She invited me twice for dinner, and cooked heavenly good.
"Hello, Ms. Lockwood. How are you ?" I asked kindly, smiling down at her.
"I'm very well, thanks." she answered, taking the time to have a look at me. She treated me like her own daughter, and that's something that I will always be grateful for. "Going to Jerry's again ?" she asked, smiling as her little eyes shrinked. She was referring to the café. She knew that it was one of my only destination.
"Yeah," I asked shamefully. After that, we made small talk and soon said our goodbyes to each other.
The whole way to Jerry's, I walked, looking down at my feet ; first because I didn't want anybody to recognize me, and also because I hated being outside. I was too shy.
"Oh hey !" Jerry said as I opened the door of his café. "I thought you'd never come again." he smiled. I giggled and sat on one of the stool of the bar, facing him. He studied my face, just like Ms. Lockwood did, wiping his cups. He was almost lost in his mind.
"Jerry ?" I said, snapping my fingers in front of his face. He jumped back and laughed nervously.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, blushing. "The same ?" I nodded and he hurried to make the usual coffee I ordered.
"So, how's been work ?" I asked after he put the coffee in front of me. He sighed.
"The same old thing." he scratched the back of his head, his green eyes watching me sip my mug. "I wish there was more customers. I can't even pay my employee." he told me, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I know." I said, posing the mug back on the counter. I thought about what he said again. "Wait, you hired someone ?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah," Jerry pointed at a table. I followed his finger and saw a young handsome guy taking the order of customers. "He's my nephew," he explained. "Hopefully, my sister won't be mad if I don't pay him this month." he laughed. I joined him and continued to watch the man. He seemed awkward. It was obvious he was new.
"He seems nice," I mumbled. Jerry said something back like an "he is" but I wasn't sure. When the guy was coming to the counter, I instantly turned back and looked at my nails shyly. I think Jerry saw that because I could sense him smile at me.
"Two cafés au lait, uncle." the young guy told the order to Jerry, who then made them. I continued to drink nervously my coffee. I could feel his presence right behind my shoulder. He was probably wondering who I was.
"Here you are," Jerry gave him the two mugs and his nephew did the other part of the job. When the young guy came back, he sat on the stool next to me and continued to talk to Jerry. I suppose that there wasn't any other customers, so he was able to take a small break. "You did a good job today, Harry." his uncle told him kindly and Harry thanked him. I looked up at Jerry and I saw him smirk at me. I gave him a puzzled look and finished my cup. "Harry, this is Blanche, a friend of mine." I blushed and turned to Harry.
"Hello," he said softly, revealing his pearly white teeth. I smiled back and mumbled a small "hi". I was really bad at meeting new people. Staying at my home was actually the perfect way to avoid it. I liked being surrounded by people I knew.
I shifted on my seat, clearing my throat as I searched for money in my purse. I put a bill next to my cup and got up. "Hum... I have to go. Thanks Jerry for the coffee !" I exclaimed, hurrying to the door.
"Oh ! Alright. Take care, Blanche !" Jerry shouted before I could exit the café. Harry waved at me and I gave him an awkward smile in return.
That was weird.
Michael
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"Not tonight, Lisa." I sighed as I pushed her away for what seemed like the hundredth time today. She kept begging for it and it was actually annoying me more than it turned me on. She sighed loudly and decided to give it up. I watched her climb the stairs, probably going to our bedroom to do it alone. I rolled my eyes, deciding that it was best to take a walk around Neverland than staying inside and hearing Lisa's disgusting moans.
The sun was almost hid now, only a few rays illuminating the zoo and amusement park. It was calm, peaceful. We could only hear the animals making noises in the distance and the small classical music that was always playing here.
I took a deep breath and smiled, relieved to have this only memory of her. When Blanche left, she took every memories of us with her. She probably thought I was going to throw them away like I did to her. Neverland was the only place which reminded me of her, and that she didn't take. We spent so much time here, together. Playing, laughing, just loving each other. It was perfect. The most beautiful three years of my life. I knew I would never feel the same way about Lisa. Even though she was my wife, I didn't find the small part of her that gave me happiness and joy when I was with her. I felt it with Blanche. I would never feel it with anyone else but her.
I arrived under the tree that we used to call Giving Tree. It was where I wrote most of my songs, Blanche with me, helping me with the lyrics or simply being next to me, something so little but giving me a lot of inspiration. Now, I couldn't call it Giving Tree ever again. Now that she wasn't with me to give me the inspiration of writing songs.
I climbed the tree and reached the top, laying softly on the pillows that were still there. One black for me, and one white for her. I leaned against the trunk, closing my eyes slowly.
"Michael stop !" she screamed, laughing heartily as she wiggled in my arms, trying to get herself away. I giggled, tickling her even more as I watched her. She was tear-eyed and her smile was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "Stop ! I'm gonna fall off the damn tree !" she shouted again, her voice getting cut by her laughters. I decided to stop as my arms started to hurt from all those ticklings.
"Alright, I'll stop," I giggled again, setting her free from my tight grip. "But," I uttered, lifting my index signaling her to hear me out. She looked up at me with innocent eyes, nodding her head urgently. "Gimme a kiss." I ordered, closing my eyes and leaning towards her. She giggled and I soon felt her soft lips against mine. Our lips moved synchronously, and I held her cheek, caressing it softly with my thumb. She smiled during the kiss and it seemed like hours before we separated. We kept our faces close, foreheads touching as we kept looking at each other with pure love.
"I love you," she whispered, like she was revealing her deepest secret. Her simple words made my stomach flutter and I blushed.
"I love you more." I told her back, taking her hand in mines and entertwining our fingers.
"I don't know if that's even possible." she giggled innocently, and I smiled at her, studying her flawless face.
I opened my eyes again, realizing I had just daydreamt. My breathing had quickened a bit and I put a hand on my heart, feeling its strong beats. That was so intense. I felt like I was back in 1987, when Blanche told me for the first time that she loved me, and when I told her for the first time that I loved her. I knew at that moment, when I looked in her beautiful eyes and she told me these three magical words that she was the one. My one and always. The love of my life.
"She's forever gone," I cried, hiding my face in both my hands, sobbing softly. My heart hurt. My head hurt. Everything inside of me was hurting. I felt the tears run down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them. I had to let them go. I needed it. I never showed my emotions in front of her on that horrible day, and I hoped I did, because she would have known that I really loved her. And I still do. Always. She surely think I'm a monster. And she's right ; I am a monster. I will always hate myself for what I did and the people that made me do it.
A/N : oooooh first chapter already intense ;)) who are the people Michael's talking about...
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