That fateful night - Chapter Three

The airport was packed with eager travellers, all of whom filled with anticipation. So many faces so many races filled the area around him. For a while he wandered if this could actually transcend into the world, the scenery at an airport. People from various backgrounds working in a joint effort to help each other get to their respective destinations. He shrugged of the taught as just another flash in the pan. From what he always saw on the news he was convinced that such a state of peace was only possible in fairy tales. Some would say it was negative thinking but others on the other hand called it the blunt truth of it all! After scouting around for her face he knew that she had not arrived yet, it brought about a smile on his face. This was due to the fact that in their previous experiences together, he was the one who was always late, which made her very angry most of the time. Later on though she got used to it, which made him a happy man. No more fights because of his timing, no more making things up to her after a fight. It was a deal that tasted so sweet on his end. He walked down the escalator to where the trains stop, that was where she was getting down. It was a train service from the central station to the airport, one of many lame attempts by the government to lure people to use the airport. He always looked at it as a complete waste of money, yet today it had proven convenient to her and that was all that mattered to him, her convenience. So he waited, picking out a seat that was empty and sat down and waited. Again his mind was victim to his many tauts that seem to overcome him with ease through out the day. Recollecting his first kiss with her, their first date, it all seemed surreal to him even after 3 years. He always had a unique character that made him different from others and so, sometimes even a social outcast. Never had he been with a woman for so long, it always ranged from a week to a month, in his previous relationships. That was what he found so special in her, the way she did not judge him before she got to know him, she was one of the few people who actually spent time getting to know him as a person and not as just another face. Sometimes when they were alone, she would hold him tightly in her arms and make him feel good about himself, making him feel protected and cared for. She did all those things without any difficullity as if it came so easily to her. He knew that she had made him a better man and that she had in some cases prepared him for the world. Thinking of her always brought peace to him, it made his inner voices quite down and made him feel at ease with himself and his surroundings. To him the one memory he would never forget was the first time he ever saw her. All through the years he kept that one memory close to his heart never letting it out onto the open to be tarnished by jokes and insults. He kept it safe with him and always taught of that moment as one of the highlights of his life.

The bell rang signalling break time was up, and it was time to head into class. For him as a student the one subject he hated was Biology. Never in his existence as a student was he able to stay awake for a single class of bio. It was just to boring to him, despite understanding the importance of the field of study as a corner stone of life on earth, he always preferred leaving the field biology to the nerds who loved it. To him he was only there in class to satisfy the teachers and his mother, never himself. The taught of it drained the very life from him. So when it was time to go into an hour of Biology he obviously dragged his feet along and walked along with his friends, chatting about the various topics that teenagers would find amusing, trying desperately to waste as much time as possible outside of the class rather then suffer through it in the class. He opened the door being already five minutes late, but he didn't care about that at all. He hated the subject so much that if he had to drop it, it would have been a blessing instead of a curse. Slowly dragging his feet, he and his friends edged to the back end of the class, picked a spot and started talking softly again behind the class. Through out the first ten minutes he had already yawned about a hundred times, the lecturer so use to that very sight, became accustomed to ignoring it and continued on his teachings. Everyone in class had a notepad out and were frantically writing away. Not him, he kept on talking with his friends and ignored everything around him in the class. Suddenly the door opened, stealing every one's attention for a brief moment, and as fate would have it, it was her.

When he saw her he could not think or breathe, it was as if his body organs had all simultaneously stopped and stared at her magnificence. Blinking his eyes just to make sure it wasn't a dream he kept on looking at her. To him she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her eyes were dark brown, her hair was a perfect length and fell on her face as though it were part of it. Her skin colour so radiant and smooth, lite up the room as soon as she walked in. She looked like an angel and he was, well in the words of AC DC, 'thunderstruck'. Her walk displayed a certain amount of confidence that was for all to see, and her voice was as soothing as a cup of hot tea. She attracted every one's undivided attention without even having to speak. She certainly got his. His mouth fell to the ground, he felt alive again and it was a long time since he had felt like that. She had already made a huge impact on him even before anything had transpired between them. When she sat down he was still in shock. The teaching had gone on and everyone else returned from that small distraction back to their books, but him. He wandered what would it be like to be with someone so beautiful? The more important question that he had to answer was, how would he get her to be with him? Questions he could only find out the answer to if he was willing to give it his all to get her! And so he did. Months later, their love for each other blossomed like a beautiful flower in spring. It was a love story for the generations to come. One that was filled with joy and sadness, love and hate, every aspect of it was nothing but a roller coaster ride and they loved it. More importantly, they loved each other. Their love was one that had stood the test of time and distance, and still carried on. It was time for them to realise the greatest challenge for any relationship, being apart from each other. As the train reached the platform and the sound of the breaks alerted him out of his dream world, he asked himself, would it last?