Six Months

Six Months

They stood in the shallow water off the bank of Walden Pond. The water was strangely cold, but either of them could feel it. In close embrace, under the sun, they caressed one another gently. The moment was memorable for both of them, but it had been through a long period of emptiness. The last time they got together was exactly six months ago.

Six months of waiting, six months of discontent, and six months of morose were way behind them now. The future looked a bright as the mid-day sun.

It all began last November, when both of them met up in his apartment in Back Bay late at night. Nothing serious had happened, as both of them were polite and reserved, but the future looked just as great as it was six months later. At least, he believed so. Then there came the awkward moments when she was refusing anything from him. He grew bitter and hateful of her shortly after since he got no explanation from her or whatsoever.

More uneasy moment followed a month after, when two of them had to share a class together. Still, no acknowledgment, no conversation, and no emotion were expressed when they walked past each other.

The invisible wall between them began to break as one day they shared the same elevator down from the observatory. A rare smile and a few words were exchanged. Finally, they looked each other in the eyes one more time.

The visit to Walden followed shortly after and eventually led up to an intimacy.

However, the bright future was not guaranteed as two weeks had past since, and she, yet again, refused any further caring from him. She shut the door on him and left his life in chaos. He, on the hand, went back in time to search for every possible mistake made by him, but an answer was never found. Much to his dismay, he encountered she by surprise.

He walked up to her who was avoiding any eye contact, saying, "how have you been"? "Nothing", she said, and hoped to put an end to the conversation. "I was worried", he said, trying to keep the words rolling and getting a chance to understand what had happened. Unfortunately for him, words within her had become stingy. The dead air was cold as a February in Boston, and it only grew colder. Finally, he lost it and muttered "Are you going to say something or what? I don't have all day waiting for anymore single word answer".

"I am ok", she whispered, but was loud and clear to his ears. "Are you happy now? That's three words. That's more than what I can do for you". In disbelief he stood. His face turned into a display of tragedy. He was as speechless as he was crumbled. Worse yet, his sudden tantrum had further prevented him from seeing her trembling body. "I have to go", she said and turned around to walk away from this grave drama.

"So, this is it", he could be seen with a vengeful demon. "Well, then, I wish the very worst of you. I wish you live on like this, in loneliness and chaos. I wish you a sorrowful life and no one will ever care enough to baill you out of it. This is my curse to you if you haven't heard enough of it already". Turning around after he uttered these implacable words, he walked away biting his lips so hard and he started bleeding. Yet no sympathy came across his mind, but only had he seen her tearful eyes right from the beginning this wouldn't had gone so out of control.

The two tormented souls parted into emotional voids that only time could slowly fill up that emptiness.

Time passed, and May had turned into November. The world continued its course, and didn't care to wait for anyone. No matter how much bitterness and sorrow one had carried, one had to move on with them. He, moved to Quincy since, was on the train to downtown in a sunny November day. He looked out to the window from a nearl empty cart, watching the change of season and recalling the changes of his life. Slowly but progressively, he had licked his wounds over and over to a point that he almost recovered. But a coincidence happened as an April Fool's Day moment as the train ducked to the platform. He saw the face that haunted him the past months, the same face that he loved so much yet hated just as much.

She walked into the same cart, and caught up by another surprise encounter. The instance had her relived the sadness, guilt, and emptiness from the past six months. She only revisited all those emotion in a brief second. A smile of his lifted her out of that misery. Much to his surprise, she sat down next to him with the same relieving smile as well. There were no ill feeling between them, and no hatred lingering around them.

"It's our anniversary", he said, and wouldn't move his eyes away from her face. "I know, I have missed you", she said, and followed by a sigh of relieve. "So have I, and I really wanted to apologize for my words six months ago. I wanted to call you, but I didn't know if you would accept my apology". With a grin, she said "I wouldn't have". They both laughed.

"So, am I lifted from your curse"? She asked.

"Yes, you have, at least for now". He answered.

The two then shared the same embrace that they have shared twice in the past twelve months, and they kissed for the first time. The intimacy returned to them again after the long absence, but still it wouldn't hang around any longer as his destination was seconds away. He pulled himself away from this love story, and, to nobody's surprise, she accepted the parting naturally.

"I will see you again". She said, with confidence and bravery that she never had before. This would be the first time that they parted on a good term, and it will leave no agony for him this time with assurance. He said, "yes indeed. Six Month it is".

Shortly after, they both disappeared in this sunny November Day and into the crowd of Boston.