Jane walked through the gallery smelling like a leftover tragedy and went straight to her grandmother's room. She knelt on the floor and lifted the lid of a glass jar kept in the corner. Letters tied with jute threads, dried roses and old photographs, all looking like someone just took them out straight from a broken hearts museum. A museum to store memories that made her grandma cry and smile at the same time until her last breath. They smelled of love and her precious tears. They were from her grampy. He was a handsome sailor who died 40 years ago. He was madly in love with grandma and she told her that he used to write her every time he went to the sea. He told her everything about the places he visited, the people he met on the way, the terrible food he had there but most importantly, how much he missed her. They met in high school and decided to stick around for some time while all their other friends left that small town to study in their dream college. Grandma got pregnant after a couple of years with Jane's father and Grampy got his dream job as a sailor to see the world. He wanted to stay back with grandma and help her through the pregnancy but she insisted that he shouldn't give up on his dream. He kept surprising her by visiting her every now and then and they would go visit their old spots to freshen up some old memories and fabricate some new ones for the parting days. They would make their own fairy world with them and all their kids travelling together some day and how they would complain about being home sick every month. Grampy died after his ship got caught up in a really bad storm and grandma decided to never leave that town.
Jane, with her shaking and wet hands, opened up the jute thread. In that moment, she remembered how every time she asked grandma if she could read those letters, she would just laugh and say, "well, of course love. But only after I die. Till then, these are just mine".
With tears rolling down her eyes, she opened up one of those letters. It was dated 17 February 1869. That was the last letter he wrote. It was old and a bit worn out at the folds.
"My beloved Paige,
I am in London right now. Yes, you guessed it right. I am visiting the beautiful Buckingham palace, first thing in the morning. I still clearly remember you told me how much you loved London after you returned back from your last field trip back in school. Now I see why these streets fascinated you so much. Oh, my love! In this moment, I can give up anything to be with you and to be able to hold you in my arms. This, touring around, visiting all these beautiful, remarkable places all over the world, it's all completely meaningless if you are not with me. I miss you so much. I have decided to come back to you and be with you for rest of my life. I had so much to tell you when I began writing this letter but now I am getting carried away with the thought of being with you, forever! See you soon my love!
Yours and only yours Finch S."
Jane sat there for a while with that letter, held close to her heart, tears rolling down her eyes and a faint smile on her face. Having shared such an important part of her grandma's memory, she felt even more close to her in that moment. She finally gathered enough strength to say her final goodbye to her sweet grandma. She got up, went to the open casket to tell her how much she loved her, carefully placed her favorite lilies in her beautiful, pale hands and read all those letters to her one last time.
daunting_phoenixSo touching....I got emotional Your narration is❤❤ and that last letter he wrote to her is so sweet...but it's heartbreaking to know that he died after sending her that letter...but really, this story is beautiful
pakhi1738@daunting_phoenix aww this comment just made my day. I just submitted my practical and solving questions with an empty stomach is kinda frustrating. This is the first thing I saw after that. Thank you so much for reading
theuntoldfeelingI read this whenever I wanted to feel love.. I read this whenever I wanted to cry.. I read this whenever I wanted to smile..I read this too often, but still gets carried away every time ❤ The vintage things you've written is so smooth..I've read many things and this is definitely one of my favourite.. It's like everything's happening in front of my eyes..It's like I can just feel everything.. Thank you for this beautiful one and love you more and more
pakhi1738@theuntoldfeeling this is the sweetest feedback I've got in weeks!!!! Literally made my day. Thank you so much for taking out some time to read this story and letting me know how you feel about it. It really really means a lot.
They say you are free To do whatever you want If only it was true 'cause now here you stand Trying to breathe in the air But breathing in chaos instead
They say you are stronger Than you know When they know Nothing about you They don't understand What you're feeling, What you've been through They tell you that they care But no one ever really sees you, For you!
They don't know That you keep yourself busy By burying your head in stories 'cause it help slow down These unbearable voices That keep you awake When you're trying to sleep And won't let you wake up In the mornin'
They say you were meant to be A doll from their dreams The one, born to fly So why do you feel suffocated All the damn time And would rather prefer dying
So why do you feel like Locked up in a coffin, A coffin of their expectations Deep down the ocean Drowning you over and over again
They say, you doubt yourself You underestimate your worth Then why does cutting yourself And bleeding to unconsciousness Sounds much easier
It's funny, how they keep telling you You are ruining your life But never really care! You make heroes Out of the survivors Searching for hope But when it's you, It hurts way more And you know, God! You know, You are just another Ticking time bomb Waiting for one last blow To give up and finally explode
You plug in your earphones And hurt your ear drums With the loud music All day To flush out the noise from your brain! You keep ignoring people Who really care 'cause you're afraid You tell them Everything's all right When you just wanna say, "I'm not okay!"
Five years, And it still hurts the same You hold on to that one last picture As all the other memories fade Painting your own hell In your head This whole time! A hell to hold you And scold you For eternity! As you dig your nails Into your sensitive, cold skin Trying to ease that aching Of your frozen heart and, And that burnin' in your brain Finally burning you to the ground! So much anger and hate Inside of you That it hurts when you Look into the glass! Holding up your neck With your cold, shivering hands You still patiently wait For you to explode some day 'cause you know you will Eventually! You hide it all inside of you Bundling it up In your heart beat Like a storm! A storm, To carry you far away Tossing you all over the place Making all that pain And anxiety bleed away You don't talk sense You've lost your mind Feeling so small And just waiting to fall You don't really talk much 'cause you don't really hope much And you know Oh, you know You're still ready to let go Of this dying smoke trail But the only thing that's changed Is that now you grab your pen And showcase your pain!
pakhi1738@gemmah ahh! you are just being polite. It really does feel like that sometimes, like a dream when I read all these amazing and beautiful comments from you guys in here. Thank you so much for this love and support. Thank you for everything. Honestly, I don't think I deserve it. I just write about how I feel and if you or anyone else can feel it too, it just feels like we are all doing something really wrong. Anyways, thank you
Under the flame of sufferings, I burnt a part of my heart. Where all my weakness was, And then I learnt a new art. Of being headstrong, Feeling nothing. Taking my heart in my hands, Beating it, until it's surface is hard. Unbreakable so that no knife penetrates, Whenever someone disregard. So I sit in the lap of nature, And I watch the substitution. Leaves changing their colour, People changing beyond my intuition. I don't cry these days as tears don't come, Maybe they are frozen or they no more exist. Still I feel a lump in my throat, While I insist. To not to feel bad and helpless, In extremes. I try to bury my responses, But something painfully screams. Then I accept what ever comes, And I feel numb, not afraid to lose anything. Yes my heart is frozen now, Ready for what ever this life will bring.
alisdaire_ocaoimphLol....I wished I had some, I havnt touched a pencil or paints since I came to America....no want to paint....I did do a long spell doing photography..which I enjoy...and writing poetry
Cold It's cold outside And It's cold inside. Drop drop drop, Water trickles down my neck. Wait, is it water or salt? It's cold. But I don't move. Suddenly I have these weird images in my head. Breaking all my bones. Smashing my skull against the table. Piercing my caramel skin. Blood All I see is red. Red blood. I hear gasps, shrieks, screams. Is it my voice? Has it changed? This house is a mess. Did I make this mess? A shard of glass pierces my bare foot. But I feel nothing. I look at my hands. Red in one blink beige in another. I want to feel something. Anything. Anything other than his coldness. Because his cold heart Is freezing mine...