Maybe next time
She was never a believer of love or anything romantic. How could she believe in such thing when all she has ever known is betrayal and sadness?
He was a hopeless romantic. Doing things by the book. The courtships and flowers were done smoothly. Yet even he knows the taste of betrayal.
She never understood why people turn to her when they needed advice on love. Maybe they trusted her to be objective because she never experienced it in the first place.
He never understood why someone would want to love again after he was stabbed in the back. It did not make sense since every one will be the same.
But then life works in funny ways, and soon enough these two people met.
She hated his laidback attitude, he did not care for her seriousness. Since the beginning, it was obvious that there would be no happy ending for them, not that they ever thought about that.
Years passed and she would have grown more optimistic. She would have seen the world in a happier perspective.
He would have grown more bitter. He would have believed that letting people in just means inviting trouble.
The two people who hated each other, somehow kept finding their ways back to each other. And the harder they try to resist, the stronger the pull becomes.
"I don't understand it. Why would people want to fall in love when it all ends in heartbreak?", he said to her one random morning when it was just the two of them.
She thought that it was still too early in the morning to deal with his questions but she did not mind. She liked it when he share his thoughts like that. In the silent mornings like this, his voice is a welcome distraction.
After a minute of thinking, she finally replies, "I don't know. I never felt that way before. I don't think I will understand why people would willingly risk it all."
It was just one random morning at first but then the random exchange of thoughts grew in number. It was like a start of a fairytale, but with two jaded persons as the main characters, it was no surprise to see that all the build up was for nothing.
The random conversations faded into history. They pass each other sometimes, glances are exchanged but no words were ever spoken again.
They would live their lives as best as they could.
She would smile and talk about the only three good things she could think of. She would repeat these like a mantra as if by saying them repeatedly, she would finally believe her words.
He would write random words sometimes, written for no one in particular, hidden in quotation marks with anonymous as the sign. He would live his life with bright colors, but the shadows will linger behind his eyes.
Maybe in the future, their paths would cross again. He might see her laughing surrounded with people he does not know. He would think her happy, and feel both relief and longing.
But their eyes might meet across the room, and he would see in her eyes what no one else had. The same longing that he felt yet could never act upon.
The yearning for a different life with someone that could-have-been would be reflected back at him.
But then she would smile lightly at him, and her eyes would not show a glimpse of her inner thoughts.
They would continue living their lives as they had done in the past.
Wishing for another chance. Hoping to wake up back in time.
Trusting that in the next life, there would be a chance for this masterpiece to be completed.
Closing Words
I am starting to think that what I write are actually drabbles but then again it is a bit too long to be considered one. So I am just going to stick to calling them short stories that randomly popped in my mind.
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The context of your write up tends more to being an excerpt from a Novel than actually being a Drabble. I think you are good. You are trying to confine the words to a space but I think it needs more room.
Have you even considered writing a fiction novel?