Sad Love story | When love becomes angry on Humans
I wish I could see your soul, the way they describe it. Hear your eyes talk, see as honey spilt out of them. I wish you didn’t have to shy away. Really I wish, “I didn’t have to shy away.” Wishing I never loved you so I could look into your eyes again. The sad ending of this beautiful love story! If you wanna know more read this pure yet sad love story.
Flashback
‘Rati, Eros, Aphrodite, Hathor, Parvati, Venus, Amor I don’t know who but the god of love was so angry at humans they decided to curse us. We’ve been so lucky we were born and raised in a world where people knew, but the number of people that died from the lover’s culling.
Mom lost her parents to it so don’t you even dare think about it. You can’t just throw your life away for ‘love’, yeah kind of sad love story which never stay. We have to live Megumi. You have to live.’ Megumi remembered the ironic words of her sister as she slipped a red rose onto the casket. She could now look into the eyes of her brother-in-law, feeling nothing but jealousy and hatred for him. “You sucked the life out of her,” she said with a quaky voice. “Why would you do that?” tears wouldn’t stop flowing, she kept shouting and pushing away anyone who came near her. It was such a hazy moment, as she recalls her sister’s sad love story.
On the way back
She was taken back home, her mom muttering small prayers the entire time. The stepfather driving in silence, as she drowned herself in music. Nothing seemed real to her anymore. She kept cursing the gods and humans, but mostly herself, for being too attached. Megumi decides to hate everything, her mom, her stepfather, and all her friends. Now, She will just love herself, stare into her own lonely ghostly eyes. There is no love story gonna happen in my life, decided Megumi.
About her Sister
Her sister was an amazing history scholar. after the culling, the restoration movement started, it was a long saggy process. Heartbroken, lonely, and scared people were running the world. Everything was left stagnant for months. Religious people started spreading the word about gods and how we collectively had to ask for forgiveness, people killed themselves leaving cities of graveyards, some made peace, some had to cope, some people found a new love.
All newborn babies that day died as parents innocently showered them with love. A lot of art and poetry was made, societies built from loneliness. It was a slow process that took a whole generation to settle. So her motivation to study the past and good academic records got her into oxford where she wanted to spend all her time studying the restoration movement and the human race before that. Their mother then picked up whatever they had left in Japan and travelled to the UK where she remarried.
Megumi was still 13 at the time. Her sister used to tell her about everything she learned, how people heard the sky speak, records of people describing how eye contact feels and always warned her not to fall in love with a man and look into his eyes. But she did just that.
Sister’s sad love story
Her sister met the man in oxford, they made eye contact at their first meeting. Not late after that both of them stopped looking at each other. They kept this up for two years until last night she couldn’t take it. Saying her “sad love story” and last words to the man she married a year ago, Megumi’s spirit was broken. Her sister’s life was now her lover’s. The sad love story ends with her.
Present life Ahead of Megumi
Now 18, two years after the death of her sweet sister, Megumi decided to pursue whatever she felt like. Her stepdad had money to burn and her mother stayed isolated from her. So she bid her goodbyes and headed to Florence, which used to be called the drawing room of Europe, one of the places preserved and cleared of dead bodies. Passing the wall of Florence she entered the bustling city, everyone wore sunglasses as usual. Old memorials stood at the edge of markets, people could be heard screaming about god, it was sickening for Megumi. Luckily she would be away from the marketplace, living in the hills of Tuscany.
Megumi at a new place
Her step-father arranged a place for her in a mansion of a friend. She heard him tell her about a daughter they had. She was of south Asian origins. Megumi imagined a girl in traditional Indian clothing, with long black hair, that’s what her sister described Indian girls as. As she walked down one of the long hallways with a worker, she stopped as saw red on the ground.
Meeting Maahi
“Maahi you’re laying on the ground again!” the lady said to them. “Just checking if Miss Lisa can maintain eye contact from here.” The lady sighed and led Megumi to her room but she wasn’t there.
“Nice name, I’m Megumi,” the Ravenette said, “They say the eyes are the mirror to your soul, you must have a beautiful one.” She said winking. Megumi was taken off guard by the girl. They maintained eye contact for a few moments. “you have really pretty eyes too.” She managed to reply while helping her up.
“This is the guest we were talking about, Megumi – Fushiguro-Reyes.” The lady said looking the other way. Maahi gave a small smile her way, “just Fushiguro will do” Megumi stated politely. “all alright, miss Zasha, I can show her around!” she said taking her hand, leaving Zasha and the Mona Lisa along with Megumi’s luggage. “…this girl”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Meg, I would love to see you play.” Megumi was caught off-guard again, twice in a day by the same person. “o-oh yeah, I play the piano. I also sing.” “yeah, you have a pretty voice.” They wandered the mansion till dusk, Maahi told her all about the history of the mansion. It had a beautiful garden. With blood-red roses along with the pale gazebo.
Knowing each-other
Megumi would stare at the gazebo humming while Maahi would paint different roses every day, practising she said. She was an art student in a new college that opened along with the restoration.
“Megumi, have you ever fallen in love before?” Now this question held more importance than ever before in history. “yeah, I was in love with my sister….stop looking at me like that! I’m not into incest! I just love her so much, sometimes I wish she gave her life to me then that stupid guy.” “so that’s what happened. They are gonna end up with yet another sad love story” “Yeah, it’s been sometime now, I’ve accepted it” Maahi frowned a little “I wonder what we did, something so cruel, so disrespectful that we’ve been cursed like this.” “I know right? It’s so stupid. We never asked for any of this.” “mhm, makes you wonder if we’re paying for some sins.” “sins? Who even decides what sins are?” “did you take philosophy?” Megumi laughed, “actually yeah, I did.”
They MUST not do
“how long has it been? Since we looked into each other’s eyes?” Maahi asked suddenly, looking intensely at the rose. “About a year.” Megumi responded unfazed. “You know what that means, happy one year love.” Megumi’s heart raced so fast it would be at a race car. “Yeah, happy one year” it was Maahi’s turn to blush “god I was getting worried you wouldn’t respond.” She turned to her with her eyes close, Megumi gently placed a kiss on her lips. “Come on, play the piano for me” Is there a sad love story? the question of fear arouse.
The couple were wandering the Florence market on a fine spring day; “the art of eye contact” Maahi picked an old book with a green cover. “don’t get all sad now Meggg” she said as she saw Megumi pout. “I have an idea,” Maahi said and ran off.
Fifteen minutes later she returned to a worried Megumi, she relaxed on sight. “What’s the big idea?” She said looking at her tote bag. “I got us a camera and two tickets!” Megumi looked visibly confused. “We’re taking pictures of our eyes, and we’re going to a museum.” Maahi’s warm smiles carve into her heart and light giggles fill every empty space; Megumi felt it all. She looked at the pictures of her eyes; Polaroid. They looked so warm she felt she could swim in them, lie in them forever. She felt she could make her grave there. She looked at Maahi crying at the pictures. Thinking we can’t have a love story! “Oh no” “it’s alright love, I’ll click as many as you want,” Megumi said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Cursing GOD
The gods are so cruel, wasn’t it enough when they gave us the freedom to choose for ourselves? Only those who chose to disrespect love should be suffering. Meg didn’t do anything to deserve this. So many people didn’t. Gods make mistakes too, they should accept it. I can’t keep this up, we both know this is about to end.
And they Fall in LOVE
Maahi’s mind battled as she studied Megumi’s peaceful face. The moonlight drowning her features in a heavenly white glow. As Megumi stirred awake, she found the other looking out the window, a paintbrush in one hand. “Did you know Maahi means love” she calmly stated, “no, there are a lot of things about you that I don’t know?” “Sadly we don’t have the time” “we do -” Megumi.” Painfully Megumi looked out the window, she was being serious.
They didn’t like talking about it, so they’ve been avoiding it. They can’t resist it anymore. This is what Maahi’s sister felt, as she gave her life to that boy. Same her father felt as he looked into her mother’s eyes for the last time. This is what Megumi was feeling.
She wanted to give Maahi her life.
“One more week,” she said catching Maahi’s attention, “stay with me, for one more week” “just with you,” she responded kissing Megumi’s hands. “only you”
That was the one week they did everything they wanted to together, confessed their deepest thoughts, danced under the gazebo, ate their last supper at the table with Maahi’s family. Although they couldn’t care less, they only lived for each other anymore. After the dinner, they visited Zasha’s grave and decorated it with white lilies from the garden.
The D-DAY
“Are you ready?” Maahi asked taking Megumi’s hands in hers, “You know I’m not.” Megumi cried as Maahi decorated her with flowers, her mind going back to the time she saw her in the moonlight. She looked the same, just more melancholic. “megs, I love you.” She said caressing Megumi’s hair to calm her. “I love you too” her body trembled as she said it, her heart beating so fast she could die without looking at her.
“O-okay, we’ll open our eyes in 5,” Megumi said lying through her teeth. “however you want it,” Maahi replied. “1” they shared a long kiss, “2..3..” held each other, “…4…” “…5”
“You think I’m so dumb,” a stern voice said, “this is so unfair” “and you say you love me.”
Megumi’s heart dropped, she never closed her eyes in hopes she’ll make the contact so Maahi won’t have to die. “I just thought you trusted me.” Megumi said staring at her eyes clenched shut. “look at me.” “no.” “Maahi look at me!”
Intense Feeling of FEAR & LOVE
“I can’t! I can’t do this to you!” she bellowed and cried. “You’re just gonna leave me alone then?” Megumi shouted, her voice rising higher and higher. “I can’t- I can’t see you die.” Megumi dropped to the ground her mind getting hazy, “Megumi” she looked up, shocked to hear her full name. “I love you so much”
It felt like drifting away, like stars drifting away- not humans, but being pulled away at the same time. Megumi felt like she saw it all, every moment they shared. Wondering if this was one of those moments. She could physically feel them merging, one long life. The art of eye contact. Every single thing about her felt like an eternity.
There was a thud on the ground beside her, a soft ‘no’ was audibly followed by screams and cries. Only a key and a note in her hand.
That last Love Letter
My love,
I’m terribly sorry, I cry as I write this with you sleeping peacefully beside me. I never took you to the room in the attic, you should go there. I wish I could kiss you as I showed you everything, hold your hand and guide you .play the piano with my hands on top of yours. There are so many things I wish I did. I wish I could see your soul, the way they describe it. Hear your eyes talk, see as dark tar spilt out of them. I wish I could see your bedroom eyes, I wish you didn’t have to shy away. Really I wish, “I didn’t have to shy away.” Wishing I never loved you so I could look into your eyes again. Don’t even know if I’ll see it, but I’m sure you loved seeing it. Please paint it for me.
Love
Maahi
Maahi screamed as she read the note, nothing mattered if she wasn’t here.
Megumi wasn’t here to read it.
She picked Megumi’s lifeless body, looked into her grey eyes. They stole the beauty the moment she died. “HOW CRUEL!” she screamed at the sky, it seemed to reply back with thunder. No rain, just thunder . “how could you..” her tears stained Megumi’s porcelain face. She always looked like a doll, now more than ever.
Bringing the dagger under her skirt out, she carefully carved out Megumi’s eyes and heart. Bloodied hands touching every door she passed. She kept them safe in a small case, along with everything in the room. Hearing her mother’s screams she knew time was running out for her.
For Eternal LOVE – Hate story or not!
She put on her fluid white dress. Checking her reflection in the mirror she only saw her. “I can’t go on without you” her eyes were hollow. Using the same dagger she used for Megumi, Maahi pierced herself.
You could see the girl from the window. Her long hands placed over her head, coming down to connect her heart with the dagger.
They were buried by the gazebo, with roses and lilies planted around them. The attic was locked so no one would see their love. ‘I saw it Megs, your soul was divine.’
Maahi Pathror – Our Storyteller
She is a winner of the story writing competition, held by Retorica in collaboration with the storyofsouls.com Her story was selected based on the fact that she has been able to understand the dark moments of love. Which are deep and intense. It is rare to find such love stories in today’s life. Such thoughts coming from youth is the indication that love and its understanding has nothing to do with age.
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