One Evening (standard:romance, 1397 words)
Author: Freya Griffin	Added: Jan 01 2002	Views/Reads: 3522/2298	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If you burry your heart under a pile of snow, would it stop beating? Would it make the blood stop flowing? Would it make the pain go away? Would it kill you? .... Would it preserve the life it has within?

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She had been so careful not to let Michael knew too much. Not to let him
went to deep inside her life and heart. They said he’s allright so she 
could be friend with him.  They had warned her so, that she cannot have 
any attachment to this man. It was too dangerous. He’s innocent. 

‘So am I!’, she protested at the time. And she was wrong, and she was
right. She knew they were right too. She said to herself that she could 
stop it anytime she wanted to. She knew she was wrong about this. Who 
can stop love? 

‘I like Lizzie’s Cappucino’, she said, more to herself. Looking down her
feet. 

‘Then let’s go there. Much better there then here’ 

‘I can’t’ 

For several silent seconds she stared deep into his eyes, the window of
his soul. Searching for a reason to hate this man. There’s nothing 
there but deep worries. 

‘You emmitted light, Michael’, she whispered. 

‘What?’ 

‘Knowing you is probably the best thing that could happen to me the
passed couple of years. Or for the years to come’ 

Suddenly his throat went dry. She’s breaking up with him. They never
officially dating and he never exactly tell her he loves her. Maybe she 
got tired with all of the uncertainties. Women expect their boyfriends 
to blurted the words all the time. This seemed like a good time. Maybe 
he should tell her he loves her. And then maybe she wouldn’t leave him. 


‘Sara, I love you’ 

She looked startled to his spontaneous declaration. Michael could swear
she looked disappointed. Or maybe angry? It was very cold outside and 
the snow blurred your vision. Did she cry? Perhaps. He had to say it. 
If it could make her stay then why the hell not? 

‘Thank you’ was all she said to it. His heart sank. 

All scenarios went through his head. What can I do to make her stay?
Should I beg? Should I get on my knees and begged her to stay? Should I 
cry infront of her, coz I would if she leaves me. Oh God, please... 

‘I don’t expect you to understand anything Michael. I can’t even ask you
to forgive me for what happened. I’m sorry’ 

‘No. No I don’t understand, and that’s why you have to explain to me.
What happened Sara? What is going on? Something happened while I’m away 
that’s for sure. Did I do something wrong? Tell me and maybe I can fix 
it’ 

Sara tried so hard not to cry. Her eyes stung and hurt. At the corner
she could see the woman wearing a black coat looking at her watch. 
She’s been standing there all the time while Sara was talking to 
Michael. She had grown impatient. 

‘Please, Michael’, she whispered slowly and hugged the speechles man.
His scent, his warmth, his deep voice tone while talking to Sara, she 
would miss all of it. 

Michael unsure on what to do wrapped his arms surround her frail figure.
Inside, his heart was starting to break to pieces. But he would not 
give up just yet. 

She let go of him and stared at him with some determination in her eyes.


‘I want you to know that I do love you. I hope we will get to meet
again, Michael’ 

‘Where are you going?’ 

She just smiled to him and walked away. Something just punched Michael
right on his chest. The blow didn’t injred him phisically but the 
damage was undescribable. He stood there paralyzed for some seconds 
before he could moved his legs and started chasing her. 

‘Sara!’ 

Sara kept on walking to the lady in the black coat.  A white car pulled
by and she opened the door for Sara. 

‘Sara! Wait!’ 

But she didn’t look back. She got in the car followed by the lady in the
black coat and the car drove away. The taillight disappeared on a curb. 


Sara’s apartment was already cleaned empty. They didn’t let her leave
anything behind. Not even a note for Michael. No one knows where she 
went, or who she was. Nobody knows if she has any relatives who could 
tell where she’s going to, and no one at work knows more then that she 
loves dogs and she’s a very quiet girl. Sara just disappeared. And if 
only Michael was crazy on his search for clues he would’ve find out 
that there were no fingerprints on her apartment. 

Spring came, and Biff demanded to be taken for a stroll on the park one
afternoon. Passing the bench, Michael didn’t stop. A young couple had 
occupied the bench now, talking with papercups of coffee on their 
hands. Michael had to stop and scooped some litter Biff left behind on 
demands of nature calls. He thought it would be nice to stop at 
Lizzie’s for some cappucino before going home. 


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