Another Picture it & Write! And my contribution to this week’s picture…
The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet…
Tracy thought that she had never met such a man as Kev. To any girl of the school, he was just like any other guy: not too muscular, nor too fragile; not too keen on sports, nor too geeky; not too handsome, nor too disgusting. He had plain dark eyes and hair, and his dressing code was rather the same every day: a boring T-shirt and a used pair of jeans.
Yet there was something about him that Tracy was unable to explain in words. Only her heart spoke when she first saw him as he turned out to have been transferred in her class, at the beginning of her last year of high school.
No, Kev was not an ordinary guy. There was something more than just a student. He had a unique personality, an original perspective of things…
Obviously, they became friends soon. Good friends. Very good friends.
Did they then fall in love with each other? Tracy only knew that she was madly in love with Kev, but she could not tell at all whether her feelings were being reciprocated. As much as she was seduced by his outstanding personality and depth of mind, she was also attracted to his shy attitude.
Somehow, often she fell that there was something he was keeping from her. It was all right though, since she was not the kind to be too invading into someone else’s private life.
But somehow, it also often irritated her.
Months flew away, yet her feelings did not. And at last, she decided to admit her feelings. Her friends would tell her to wait, since she was the girl… so what? She loved him. It was all that mattered.
She felt the need to tell him. She had to get it out.
Although it would be probable that his response could break her heart…
Anyway, she would take the risk. She expected nothing in return. She plainly wanted him to know.
“I love you.”
The three most difficult words she had ever had to utter. It was early in the morning, outside in the school yard. A fresh breeze was blowing through her hair and clothes. She had never been that nervous, especially when she turned around and saw Kev coming to her in his usual nonchalant way. He waved at her and she did the same, while inside, her stomach was doing summersaults.
Would she ruin their friendship if she ever did what she was about to do?
Back at home, she was found in her bath tub. The water was cold against her skin. Slowly, she sank into it… Only her feet were leaning against the white marbled tiles of the bathroom and her hands were tightly gripping the borders of the tub, already drained of their colour.
Kev did not feel the same way for her.
They had parted in mutual friendship, since he was not the kind of guy who would cut any bonds between his very good best friend girl. They had parted in smiles, but Tracy knew that it would not last long before she broke down.
She opened her eyes under the water. Everything around her was blurry… just like her life. She was crying, although she could not feel her tears. What was she to do now?
How would she be able to live on and still be his best friend after that?
She heard her heart banging against her chest. Soon, she knew she would be out of oxygen. Did she even care?
Black dots started to appear in front of her as her heartbeats slowed… and slowed…
She opened her mouth, readily giving in to the water pressure… letting the waves swim through her throat, into her body… into her lungs…
It hurt… so much.
“Tracy? Are you ready yet? Dinner is ready!”
She let her hands slip.
A splash of water. The bathroom was stained with its droplets.
It was over.
All right, this picture inspired me so much that I won’t write only fiction in this post.
And let me reassure you: Tracy did not drown herself. In the end she came out of the water and that’s why there was the splash. “It was over” just meant that she had taken another decision: she would bury her feelings for Kev forever. She would not waste her friendship over some trivial feelings.
It would take time eventually to get over this, but she knew she could do it.
Why am I telling you all this?
Because this is not the actual tragedy. It’s not yet the most tragic love story.
Let me explain further…
The thing is, this kind of situation happens to many of us.
And what could be worse than being rejected by the one you love the most?
Somehow, I didn’t write Kev’s side of the story.
But before I tell you his side of the story, I need to tell you that I’ve heard, been told and read a lot of common situations, and this I believe is the most tragic part of an unrequited love story:
In fact, Kev lied to Tracy.
He was as much crazy in love with her as she was.
But why did he lie??
There are many reasons why some people decide not to admit their feelings. I’ve heard a lot, like: their parents did not approve, their future was unstable, lack of money/time/whatever to get engaged into a relationship, it is their last year of high school together and it would only break them more if they got involved emotionally now…
Yes, this does not only happen in movies… It happens in real life as well.
And it’s just so sad. Don’t you think?
The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet, when one finally decides to admit his/her feelings, the other one just lies about his/her own for personal reasons, preferring to break the other person’s heart rather than to get into further trouble than he/she might be already.
I know that we are in the age of reason, where feelings don’t matter much anymore, when every decision is taken rationally. When the brain wins over the heart. When we hide our feelings for the sake of materialism/the harsh reality/ambition…
Is it wise to do so?
Yes and no.
Sincerely? I just have no idea.
What do you think?
An Evil Nymph.