Evan: All Is Truly Lost

Evan Brough

Our lips parted and I breathed out. My last embrace with Ada was separated by metal barriers and bars. Somehow it seemed superficial.

I stood alone, unaffected by everyone rushing around the airport, all obsessed by their own lives and wherever it was they were all going. Looking out of the wall of glass separating myself and Ada. There was nothing more I wanted in this world than to be with her right now and for the rest of my life. I would happily jump in front of the plane if I thought it would do anything worthwhile. But that's exactly it. It wouldn't.

I watched through the glass as the plane Ada was on took off. It tore down the runway, racing away from me at an unbelievable speed.

It felt like I was being torn into pieces. More specifically, into two pieces.

With a heavy heart and my head hanging, I made my way back through the airport alone, got in a taxi and went home alone.

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I don't know how I ended up back here at the secret garden. I don't remember the journey here, or even making the concious decision of coming here, so how I got here is a mystery to me.

I sat down on the well kept grass, the scent of the flowers lingering and the breeze blowing ever so slightly through my hair, ruffling it. The ground was dry to touch and the grass was spiky, but not painfully so. The sun was beaming down on the setting and the weather felt happy despite my unhappiness.

I allowed myself a single tear.

Besides, I told Ada I would move on. I knew it would be hard, but I had never imagined it to be like this. I hear her voice inside my head. I hear her read my letter. I hear her tell me she's doing fine with her father now and that there's no need for her to come back and see me any more. I hear her tell me she's met someone - another boy. I hear her tell me he's perfect and how they're getting married and going to have kids.

I hear her voice say my name. At first I think it's simply in my mind, but then it's said again, louder and more insistent. I know this isn't a dream, but it must be.


I turn around.

The End

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