This was my happy ending ( Red Writing Hood )

Edit : I realised that having a standalone page wasn't the brightest idea I've had ever since once I upload a new story next week....yes I think I will be doing this again ( even though this was one of the most nerve shattering things I've done in a long time - much much harder than singing or teaching or talking in front of people or saying no to buying a really cute pair of shoes....lol )....all the lovely, wonderful comments that have appeared in my feed this morning will either not make any sense or will have to go. Sob. So here it is. And for those of you who couldn't find it. Well here it is ! ;)

Red Writing Hood - Happy endings

This week's prompt asked you to spread a little joy.

You were to write a piece where you or your character overcame a challenge and, even if it's just for a moment, has a happy ending. We also asked you to surprise us - don't go with the obvious.

I knew from the start that we were destined to be together and despite the warnings from my family that she was young, that we were both too young, I couldn’t have stopped falling in love with her even if I tried. Not that I did try. At all. I just fell in feet first.  

And despite the way things have worked out since, I know she felt exactly the same way about me.
 

We met in the mid 1990s a time when you couldn’t walk down the street without hearing a Pearl Jam song blasting out of the speakers of some Kurt Cobain wannabe’s grungy panel van or going into a club and seeing a dozen girls with identical Rachel’s drunkenly doing the Macarena.  On reflection it wasn’t a particularly refined or even flattering moment in time. But I owned that time in my history. We owned that time together.

Like I said before I fell for her hard the moment she walked in the room. I was desperate for her to notice me but because of my job I was under strict orders not to talk or even move. She had to approach me. That’s the rule. I noticed her green eyes straight away and how they lit up when they saw me, how her smile connected to those eyes and how I thought to myself that I wished I could see that look all the time. That thought almost took my breath away. Never had I felt this way before. Me? Wanting to make a commitment? To one girl?  But then the minute she put her hand on me I fell. And I could see it in her eyes that she had for me too. 

So I quit my job and left with her that afternoon. We walked around together getting to know each other. I went home with her. And there I stayed. And we were happy. 

I remember our last date as if it were yesterday. 

It was her birthday, her 21^st, a defining moment in her life.  I won’t bore you with the details other than to say that we had a great time together and even though I’ve gone over that night over and over in my mind I still can’t figure out what changed or even how it changed. What tiny detail could have saved me from this? How could she have fallen out of love with me so fast?

You see for the past fifteen years ever since the night of her birthday she hasn’t looked at me in the same way again. She’s kept me near to her so that each time she has moved I’ve been packed up and shoved in with all the others, jostling for space. But she’s never wanted me in quite the same way since. It's been the same day of watching and waiting repeating itself with no change but each time I see her I can’t help myself, my heart quickens and I wonder if this could be the day she takes me out into the sunshine or even just to hold me again?

But then the wardrobe door closes and I’m left in the dark again. Alone.

I’ve noticed that over the years my glitter is starting to lose its sparkle and drop off with all the moving around. I wonder why she just hasn’t let me go when she’s said goodbye to others. In my heart of hearts in the tiniest place left I wonder if it means a part of her still loves me too. 

I had all but given up my last shred of hope tucked into the furthest reaches of this current wardrobe when I looked up to see those green eyes again. Lit up when they saw me. Those same green eyes, perhaps now with a sheen of a heart once broken and few more lines surrounding them but connected to a new kind of smile. A smile that spoke of forgotten memories of balloons and glitter,of Midori and scrunchies, of blue jeans with bleach marks and the heady scent of Lou Lou in the air. A smile that told me she had just connected with her 21 year old "me" again. And found a piece of herself that she thought she had lost forever. Her missing piece was me!

And when she took me out into the sunshine, held me in her hands again and finally put me on her feet, the years just melted away. Even though I know you can’t catch time and hold on to your first love, just for that moment, just for those few heartfelt moments, I had my happy ending.

xxBlack Glitter 21st Birthday Chunky Heels