List

·         Buy a one way ticket to a hidden land, stay and enjoy the dirt and sand.

·         Be given a loving flower, and have a kiss atop a tall tower.

·         Have ink etched into my body, perhaps of a summertime poppy.

·         Go on a drive through the winding mountains, and never see a dripping fountain.

·         Watch a drive in movie, and he’ll comment on my beauty.

·         It wouldn’t be anything too terrific, but go on a daydream picnic.

·         Adventure a deserted town, while I wear my floral crown.

·         Make s’mores, one of the treats he so adores.

·         Go stargazing, and hear the lake rhythmically waving.

The Cottage

 

 

The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. Everything was so perfect and quaint; and in a cemetery! What man proposes in a cemetery? One, who is preppy, but who also admires the dark. The sky was bright blue, with a few puffy white clouds. The sun illuminated the beautiful flowers that had been set by the tombstones, and the way the light broke through the pine trees, was breathtaking. Jake took my hand, and kissed it, and that’s the day that our everlasting adventure began.

We sat staring at the beautiful cottage before us. It must have taken Jake a good 2 years to build all of this, and he even planted my favorite flowers in the window boxes. Striking fire-roses, poppies, and daffodils bloomed everywhere. The smell of them was overwhelming, and the honeysuckle that grew around the front door was the loveliest sight I had seen since our wedding day. I looked over at Jake and he said in a loving voice “You’re too good for this world, Atti.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is where I want us to live. It’s our own little piece of heaven like we always talked about, and it’s only 15 minutes out of town; I built this all for you!” I was overthrown with emotions and the luggage in my hands dropped to the ground, and I lay frozen in a pile of lilac dahlias; the excitement was just too much for me to bear.

I awoke in a beautiful room. The walls had been painted a pastel yellow, and a teal vanity sat on the opposite wall of the bed, a large chaise was pushed against the bay window; and I instantly fell in love with the house, I had to go and see more. It was at that moment when Jake came in with a cup of coffee and put it in my hands. “Do you want to see the rest of the cottage?”

“Yes!” I replied, and he grabbed my free hand, and he took me through the kitchen and out into the garden…

Suicide

There He was. I knew it. I could feel it. He sat, frozen on the couch in the crowded little apartment with a gun that He stole from his father's vault, aimed at his breaking Heart. It's my fault, ya know. I'm the one who broke His heart, but He broke mine and sent me to the mental ward, so the way I see it, fair is fair. Little did I know that it would go that far.

I have a family gift. The gift of intuition; it's a strong and powerful gift, and I could feel that something was amiss. I layed frozen in the steamy bathtub as my heart sank to my knees, and my brain started pounding in my skull. It was unbearable; it was if I were sitting in an indian ritual with someone beating the drum in a repetitive motion. I got a bolt of energy and stood up. I screamed for my father, and he burst through the bathroom door as I drapped the heavy towel around my body. I explained the situation, and was at the apartment in a flash.

I ran up three flights of stairs, and pounded and kicked at the sturdy wooden door. No answer. I began to panic and started screaming His name. Finally he opened the door, and I threw the gun from his hand, and He was safe for another day.

That was the night that we reminded each other how much we loved one another, and we stayed up all night, just looking out of the window at the bright stars above, wishing that we could fly free, and live together in eternity.