k guys this is my first short story... its a sob-story of love :p... But before you start making opinions about how gay my writing has become just take some time to read it... I think its good.
P.S. This was for Mahafreen Mistry's project which she needed help with. So technically this was her idea so thanks a lot Mistry... hope you like it.
“…And Jill came tumbling after. Not only was it the bloodiest collision the quite town of Slidell, Louisiana, had ever seen, but now its bluest, clearest stream was now contaminated with a tinge of crimson blood of the two 19 year olds whose bodies now lie deep within its womb. Who knew that when Jill met her proverbial Jack, when those first sparks of hate-masked love swelled gradually in the deepest bowels of their hearts, when those very hearts that first communicated when their owners lips touched together in that promise of affection that links two lovers, that God had other plans – plans to nip a fresh scarlet rose in its bud without ever letting its beautiful pout be exhibited to the world that seems to have lost all concept of beauty. They loved, as lovers of pure legend have loved in the past. Jack was like Romeo, Romeo as the Bard would’ve imagined if he lived in the age of Sports cars, School Football captains and part-time jobs and Jill was like Helena of Troy, a face that could launch a thousand ships, the face that could start a million battles, the face that could kill a million soldiers, placed by God in a time and place where none of that, thankfully, could possibly happen. Then why would such tragedy befall two of God’s more artistic creations? The proverbial match made in heaven? Well, as they say, and as has been observed in the kernels and rinds of the great fruit of man called history, in beauty lies tragedy. The great connoisseurs of love stories and epics of tragedy have but one complaint with the genre, that within every story lies a cliché… but that is the beauty of a story so pure and true. Jack and Jill wanted to tie the knot, the eternal dissolution of self in the rosy waters of self-dedication to one another, the two words, three alphabets that would consummate many a happy ending to the barriers to love and begin in its wake a new future with the promise of eternal togetherness. But the barriers would come, and they did in the form of parents who only want the best for their children but in that want refuse to see what actually their offspring thinks is best for himself, in the form of a morbid society whose hypocritical statements against the marriage of two “grossly underage” individuals often forgets its own history of youthful liaisons that did eventually end up in an early wedding, and they did in the form of all those envious individuals who cannot stand the prospect of a perfect match because they themselves have never been showered with the warm flow of a love meant for them and them alone. They jeered, they sneered, they were discouraged and persuaded, their resolve was shaken at the foundations, their love put through the most harmful of acid tests, and yet they came out unscathed, their love not harmed but stronger than ever and their resolve more powerful than ever before, placing their story with the legends. It was a rainy evening, when, hiding from the prying eyes that promised boundless evil if they saw them together, in a shack where no man worthy of his salt would ever find himself in, even in the most desperate of situations, the two lovers conferred and made their plans. They vowed that rather than living apart amongst their society, they would be better off living in another one altogether. They vowed to protect each other from any danger that may come of their adventure to seek their future and they promised to die for each other if it be required. That night, when the beast that was their society lay at rest, the lovers sneaked out and drove off, as quietly and as swiftly as possible, well into the night, their red taillights going dimmer and dimmer as they proceeded towards their destiny – a destiny that they never saw in their most tragic of nightmares. It drizzled, it rained, it poured, the cats and dogs were now jackals and cougars, it was a howling wail, it was torrential hail, it was a Hurricane… a hurricane that was to take many more lives, dreams and stories with it… it was named Hurricane Katrina. Jack fought bravely through the storm and near-zero visibility, yanking the steering wheel hard with no fear for his own life. What he did fear for was the life of the woman of his dreams, his Jill, seated beside him, trying to fight off tears and holding onto dear life onto that thin string called hope and fighting profusely to believe in love despite the odds and trusting that Jack will pull them through. She touched his hand, his knuckles which were white from fear and from the strength of his grip on the wheel. He smiled to her, amidst the jungle of deep negative emotion within him, an assuring smile that told her, “Don’t worry I will NOT allow ANYTHING to happen to you. Not even fate can separate us.” And she believed him, and it felt right. He looked ahead, he couldn’t see a thing, but yet he knew that God will save them. He was halfway through this very thought, when he felt his stomach lurch, then his car lurched and in a split second, adrenaline and panic interspersed and sent an impulse to his brain telling him, “You are falling.” She screamed. The car began plummeting and just as soon as it was almost overboard, it stopped falling with a jerk, throwing them forward, through the windshield with the glass shattering sound of glass shattering and sent them reeling towards the crevice below. On her flight, Jill managed to grab onto one edge of what appeared to be a broken bridge and stop from falling, but Jack could only manage to hang onto the front bumper of the car, which was coming loose at a rapid pace. Terror filled his eyes and then tears. He looked at his beloved for one last time, looking at her helpless bleeding face, and realized all of a sudden that she was the most beautiful thing to ever grace this polluted Earth. He looked at her long and hard and knew that he was going to drown in the swirling river below in moments. He looked at her and said, “Jill! Save yourself. You must live. Just live in my memory and I will consider myself to have been loved. I will watch you from above as always. Goodbye, Jill. I love you.” Saying these words, the bumper came loose and he fell, limbs spread, mouth open screaming and eyes closed bracing for the impact and she watched him being eaten alive by the current as a solitary tear from her eyes followed him down as a memento of eternal love. She looked up at the sky and cursed her God. Then she looked behind her. A barely visible sign read, “DANGER! Broken Bridge!” With finality she looked down. She knew she could save herself and carry on with her life and their legacy, but she also knew that she had made a promise – pure and clean, and never to be broken, a promise of togetherness. A promise that not even death could do us apart. She thought to herself, “You say that I must live, but how do you expect me to live without you, after having witnessing your departure through these very eyes that you loved so much. And then she made a decision; a decision to keep her promise. Jack fell down the river and died… and Jill came tumbling after!
THE END
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