as I promised, here it is. My first 'real' english short story.
She sat alone
in the quiet station. Her auburn hair was flown by the evening autumn wind.
Autumn. Yeah, just like her name. Today reminded her about years ago. The same
station, the same bench. She could still recall the memory like it was fresh
from yesterday.
*
The train station was bustling that
afternoon. People went to various directions, sounds of people’s talk blended
with the loud voice from the loudspeaker. Little Autumn sat in one of the
benches, her feet tapped nervously against the cold linoleum floor. This is the
first time she had to go by train alone, even if it was just a short distance
from downtown London to her home, the suburb of the city. Her eyes was darted
to her watch when somebody dropped themself beside her. Autumn turned her head,
and found a little blond boy her age, chewing his lip. Tears was pooling in his
pretty grey eyes. Feeling watched, the boy looked at Autumn. “I’m lost. I cant
find my sister,” he sighed. “Did you see her? She looked like me.” Autumn shook
her head, and was silent before she felt the urge to comfort the poor boy.
“Don’t cry, you’ll find her soon.” The boy nodded.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Autumn. And yours?”
“Autumn? Thats a pretty weird name! Mine is
Louis.” Right now, his eyes were no longer looked sad. Autumn put on an annoyed
look. She knew her name was weird, but she didnt like it when someone pointed
that out. Before having any chance to retort Louis’ statement, a beautiful
young lady came and dragged Louis’ arm. “Louie! Where have you been? Come on,
brother, let’s go! Mom is waiting for us!” she said. Louis nodded, and before
he went, he casted a smirk to Autumn and waved. “Bye, Autumn girl!” and in a
blink of an eye, he was gone.
(She wished she would meet him again soon)
*
The sun almost
went down, creating a gradation of orange beyond the clouds. Autumn sighed,
realizing that she has been playing the flashback of their first meeting. A sad smile ghosted on her lips. If only she
could go back to the past..
*
Apparently, both Autumn and Louis went to
the same primary school. “Hey! Aren’t you that Autumn girl? Do you remember
me?” asked a little stranger on the first day of school. Autumn closed her
eyes, trying to remember. “Oh! You’re Louis, right?” she finally responded.
Louis nodded, grinning. “Oh well, how could i forget someone who called me
Autumn girl?” she mused. Louis’ grin got wider.
Since that second
meeting, they both were inseparable. They spent break together, had lunch
together, went home together, and the
list goes on and on. Autumn and Louis were the power duo, the ultra-mega
bestfriend.
“We’re like Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy,
you know?” Louis commented, one day in their fifth grade.
“That’s uncool!” Autumn retorted.
“I know. Of course, you’re gonna be the old Mermaid
Man. I mean, Mermaid Woman.” Louis said, smiriking. Autumn wrinkled her
eyebrows, trying to picture herself in an orange suit, white hair and an
oyster-like nose. She burst out laughing.
There were many
things that can make Autumn smile. And joking with Louis was one of the best
reason to smile.
*
The sound of
station’s bell made Autum shudder and ‘wake her up’ from her daydream. Her
train, an old brown train had come and was ready to carry her. Autumn stood,
her steps were slow but precise. She wasnt a little girl anymore. She was now a
grown up, kind of. But her hair was still the color of fallen maple leaves
during autumn, and her eyes were still brown, warm as the autumn air. Indeed,
some things would never change. Like their friendship.
Autumn
stepped inside the train compartment.
*
“Louis! Our game is still on, right?” asked
Roger, one of Louis’ classmates. Louis stopped his walk, turned her head and
thought for awhile.
“Sorry dude, i have to go home with Autumn,
or else we would miss the train”
Roger gave Louis a bewildered look.
“Autumn?! Why the hell you hang out with a poor girl like her? You’re better
than that!”
Right now, other students were looking at
their direction. Whispers were exchanged. Louis was too furious to say
anything. Anger radiated from his stormy grey eyes. He didnt need to hear
another horrible words about Autumn. With one last glare, he turned his heels
and hit his fist to Roger’s jaw. “Bastard,” he whispered.
He couldnt find
Autumn everywhere. Not at school, gate, anywhere. Nervously, he glanced to his
watch. He decided to go to the station.
And he was right.
There Autumn sat, her legs were folded into her chest. Her tear-streaken cheeks
were glistening under the evening sunlight. Louis sat beside her, precisely
knowing what happened.
“You dont have to
be my friend, you know.” She sobbed. Louis looked at her with an
are-you-kidding-me expression.
“Hey, its not like
I care about what they said. You’re my bestfriend and that’s it.” He said.
Autumn looked at him. His blonde hair was windblown and messy, tie was thrown
over his shoulder, and his shirt was messy. Out of all of them, his shoes were
clean and shiny. Typical expensive leather shoes. ‘What an aristocratic
badass,’ she mused inwardly.
Maybe
Autumn was poor. Yeah. But, in the times like this, she felt like the luckiest
human alive to have someone like Louis as her bestfriend.
*
Autumn liked
to think about the future. About who becomes what, about who would change and
who wouldn’t. She liked to imagine that she has become a succesful architect
and make her parents happy, and prove to the world that she’s not one to be
underestimated. Some time in her teenage years, she would imagine that she
would marry someone handsome, kind, and charming. Just like the naive
fairytales. And the face that appeared in her mind would always be Louis’ face.
Damn!
As
she grew up and became a lot more mature, she realized that the future is a lot
more abstract than what she imagined. Yes, she reached some of her dreams. But
there was this one dream that
couldn’t be achieved, how hard she tried.
(She opened
the compartment’s window, and breathed the evening wind which started to get
cold)
Because she
couldn’t turn back time.
*
“What would you do if there was no me?”
asked Louis, in their high school prom night. Autumn laughed.
“I don’t know, maybe playing video games
and...... i dont know. My day would be silent without you, i guess.” Louis
looked like he was having trouble speaking.
“No, I mean, if I’m gone. For long.” Autumn was
quiet. Oh no, no, is Louis going to move
out of town?
And then Louis coughed, he excused himself
to the bathroom with a heavy breath. Autumn was frustrated. Her gut told her
something is wrong.
*
Autumn
arrived at her destinated station. She walked and walked, letting the street
dust flew.
She
arrived.
Crouching,
she started to talk. Kind of a crazy thing to do, talking alone like this. But
Autumn wouldn’t stop talking. There were so many stories that need to be told.
About her. About life. About the ever-changing world that rotates around them.
Louis deserved to know.
“You
know, Lou, I would happily be Mermaid Man, or Woman, whatever, as long as
you’re here now. As long as we’re having conversation, you know, not me doing a
monologue. You’re listening, right? I miss you.”
Autumn
smiled sadly. “See you next week. It’s supposed to be your twenty fifth
birthday.” Autumn sat up, put a stalk of Carnation flower on the tombstone and
then walked out of the cemetery.
She
swore she could see Louis’ smile up above the clouds.
***
inspired by Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy from Harry Potter.
I think they do belong with each other.
Regards, Heidi:)
photo credits to favim.com
photo credits to favim.com
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