She's gone

Diese Kurzgeschichte ist eigentlich ein Ergebnis aus meinem Englischunterricht. Wir haben mithilfe von Stichwörtern und einer Portion Kreativität solche Kurzgeschichten geschrieben, und meine ist scheinbar gut. Aber macht euch davon selbst ein Urteil.

It's a rainy and cold Tuesday morning, about half past eight. Mrs. Aldrin talks about integral calculation. I can see moving her lips, but not any kind of sound comes to my mind. Life doesn't want me listen to math. Life wants me to think about myself. Myself and a difficult situation. Only three days ago I was sitting in a nice coffee-shop near the cinema. The customers are all students from Middle school or High school. Rock music from the loudspeakers and a pretty girl in front of me, at the tables' other side. I got a simple cup of coffee, she a Latte Macchiato with caramel. Too sweet and no coffee flavor.

I held her hand and she looked into my eyes. I saw pain in them. A bitter foreboding came to my mind. I know that she wanted to talk to me, and I was sure that it might be joyless. But she wasn't able to find the words she was looking for. Words which make something cruel sound not so hard. I didn't know what she wanted to say, but I guess that it will hurt me.

A sip of coffee. Too cold and no sugar in it, my life is like this coffee. “Leonard, listen”, she said. “I thought about this moment for a very long time, I thought about what I'll say to you, even longer.” I become really scared. What will she shrive me? Did she made a big mistake? Or is this the end? Her eyes are filled up with tears. Only two times I saw her crying, and now again. But this time I couldn't feel her pain. I did not try to. My own fear ruled my mind, my heart and my feelings.

“Leonard, I'm going to leave you. I think our relationship ended long ago. So it mustn't hurt too much.” Of course it hurts, it hurts like I couldn't imagine before. “Is this the end?” I asked. “Yes, it must be the end!” she answered. Streams of tears were running down her face. I fight against crying, too. She gets up and tries to walk with shaking knees. I can't fight even longer, broke down repeating one sentence “she's gone.”

“She's gone!” “Who is gone?”, Mrs. Aldrin asked. I didn't realize that everybody in this classroom could hear me thinking too loud. “Nothing, everything is fine” I said, but no one believed me. Not even I myself did.

Das war die Geschichte. Alle Namen und Handlungen sind rein fiktiv, auch wenn ich damit eigene Erlebnisse verarbeitet habe.

Bis zum nächsten mal

Sayonara

Leo