They met in a fairy tale. It was time for the boy to try to move on with life. And so that’s what he did. He decided he would go out and find someone. She was the only one who didn’t come to the boy immediately. As all the others begged for attention she just sat still; eyeing him with a shy gaze. He simply sat. Drinking his coffee. Entertaining all the others who were battling for his attention, with no real interest in any of them. He knew he had found what he was looking for. As he approached her she played hard to get but it was soon obvious they were destined for each other. Sometimes the pieces just fall together. Writings on the wall… divine providence, call it what you will. The two immediately feel absolutely and irrevocably in love.
From there the jigsaw laid itself perfectly out before them. She was genuinely his one. His person. Doubtlessly and without reproach. And he, hers. It was obvious to everyone that they were meant to be. She was his beacon, his light on the hill, savior. Sanctuary. And so they went together through the days. Her first night with him she just curled up and laid on his shoulder. Peaceful and happy. Morning came and there she was. Proving to the boy some things do endure the night. Some times you can rely on others. Not all is vain. They shared breakfast. Then lunch. And Dinner. She would accompany him to work most days. Watching intently as he did his job. Waiting patiently until he could return to her. Longing only to spend time with him when she could. They played through the days. Her being most playful, she got the boy to be more active and get up out of bed and do something with his life. They would go out together. All of the boy’s friends absolutely adored her. For that matter, everyone adored her. There was absolutely no resisting her perfect charm. She even helped the boy to meet new people, and make new friends. Unalike in the past, the boy was not jealous. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she loved him completely.
Happy just spending time with each other. They’d drive around in the car. Listening to music and enjoying the scenery. Giving the boy the companionship that he had so long desired. As she grew tired she’d simply cuddle up against the boy and drift off. Sleeping as he drove. Returning home after each drive he’d carry her in and place her in bed. Kiss her goodnight and tell her he loved her. And even as she slept. The boy still knew. Still felt her love. Still felt sheltered. Still felt safe. And finally started to feel alive. As their love grew day by day the boy could feel the heart in his chest coming to life. Growing. Loving more each day. He found himself smiling and feeling happy. Day after day until the days turned to weeks and life continued to improve. One night after playing some ball together they were playfully wrestling in the floor. And this was when the boy realized he had finally achieved peace. He felt no worry, no sorrow, no anger, no disdain, nothing aside from pure, unadulterated love and joy. The movies can’t even express how perfect and amazing life can truly be during the good times. That night, as he brushed his teeth and readied for bed he thought to himself. And prayed a prayer of thankfulness. That his life was finally good, and he was happy, and that all of his wishes and hopes and dreams had been answered. That this girl had been the answer to everything. Thankful the she had brought him from the deep dark place where he was withering away. You see, when they met, it was the boy’s final attempt at trying anything. He had reached the end of his rope and could barely find the strength to go on. His reason for getting out of bed every day was “just because.” There was nothing he was living for. And all of this was now changed. He looked into the mirror and smiled, flipped of the light, and went to bed. She was already asleep so he simply stroked her hair and put his arm around her and drifted off to sleep.
She awoke him very early the next morning because she was having trouble sleeping. He got up and got her some breakfast and spent a few moments with her before he went back to bed. An hour or so later he awoke again to his light being flipped on and a grim hollowing expression standing in his door way. His immediate prayer was Dear God, please anyone but her, don’t let it be her. He bolted out of bed and through the doorway. When he got to her she was simply laying there, lifeless, the way she had been found…. And the boy for the first time in his life felt the full force of the first stage of grief. Denial. He fell to his knees, tears already streaming down his face. He just kept running his hands through her hair repeating, she’s just asleep, she’s gonna wake up…. She’s just asleep, she’s gonna wake up.. She’s gonna be okay.. She’s gotta be okay… When she refused to wake up the boy tried to wake himself, wholly satisfied that this had to be the worst nightmare he had ever experienced. Refusing that life could be this cruel and awful. Eventually he feel into a lump on the ground. In a pile that looked as if the skeleton had been pulled straight from his body; the boy lay and wept. Wailing and choking on his own tears. Fighting gut wrenching nausea from the pain. He wept. For hours and hours and hours. All attempts to console him only made it worse, as they were simply reminders that this was all real. There was no solace to be had. After a while he tried to walk. He could barely stand. He couldn’t go near the stairs where they found her. It was assumed that she had been playing on the stairs… and broke her neck. She loved to play so much. You see.. The girl, was a cat. And she was the love of the boys life. Caring for her was the first thing in his life that felt important. and she absolutely adored him. They spent every second of every day together. And now. She was gone. And the boy was left with nothing but the painful haunting memories. Sitting in his bedroom he could just picture her playing with everything. Sprinting to greet him if he ever left for a moment without her. Trying to eat food he felt sorrow and solitude because she loved to sit beside him and eat little pieces of whatever the boy was having. Trying to drive in his car he felt alone because she wasn’t there cuddled up against him. Sleep became futile because she wasn’t laying on his shoulder purring softly in his ear.
And so the second stage, anger, finally set in. And all I have to say, is that it would have been much better to have never loved at all. Because memories are nothing but pain. And crying all day every day is hell. Life is a cruel, cruel, heartless bitch. And I have no strong uplifting moral for this story. Because I am broken. And full of sorrow. And I have found no silver lining. And no light at the end of the tunnel. There is only darkness. And I am alone.