Life doesn't come to you

A Story by cynthiajane

Just something short and simple. Meet Belle..

Sunlight shining bright, grass growing long and sounds of happy laughs flowed around the atmosphere. That was the park for Belle, casually sitting on the bench, looking around whilst having the small intention to discover something new. The past few days haven’t been so productive, besides the obvious fact that the herself and the rest of the students of Thompson High moved back �" clearly setting their tracks back to text books and studying or not. Her blue eyes sparkled, feeling that tainted breeze covering the senses of her cheeks, freckles exposing as lashes battered. Many strangers began to walk past her lonely presence, she sat down with comfort, leaning back her head, breathing in every inch of air, kids were having fun at the local park, dogs were barking, people were jogging �" everyone had their everyday life to pursue where as Belle… Belle lived as it went on. Her fingers felt the wood of the bench, gripping on the edge as her hair flew to the side from the wind, sunlight still gazing over her clothes and well being, This truly was a beautiful day to encounter.

After taking in the fresh living life of nature and itself, she focused back to the ticking time of reality, casually observing everything with her inside judgments. A young girl walked past with her mother, taking the grasp of a little doll, Belle quickly noticed �" couldn’t help but stare at the little girl with blonde plats. A certain smile tinged Belle’s lips as soon as the young girl looked up as she was walking past, still patting the doll’s hair with gentle intentions. It reminded her of the times when she was young, everyone had something they were close to �" a doll, a person, food; anything that brought out that comfort. Belle happened to adore a doll, one that she got ever since her parents bought it. Clearly to this day she doesn’t know where it is, but at the second of the girl bringing certain reminders to Belle about her sentimental doll �" it instantly brought memories to her head. Whenever she was down or sad, the doll always was there for Belle �" kindly comforting a nine year old. It was like the only best things for Belle weren’t the real things �" everything she wanted weren’t real. Fairy tales weren’t real, time travelling wasn’t real �" money growing on trees wasn’t real. Real varied everything she ever wished for, leading to pour her certain dreams down a drain, giving her that pressure to accept reality is a b***h, well can be one but the overall contention is that Belle wants what isn’t real.

The little girl finally left her gaze, Belle leading to drop her attention to the ground, casually tapping her feet together as her vocal box hummed within boredom. She suddenly looked out to a distance, once again observing everything that caught her blue pupils. A sudden couple walked past her, truly exposing smiles and laughter as the two star struck lovers were arming each other. Belle’s expression transitioned into something blank, but eyes that focused well on the couple �" but of course, trying to not look like a creep or anything. Couples �" the phrase repeated in her head, making her certainly nod with shame that she’s never encountered a thing. The structure of love or anything that involved attraction always stuck her mind with many questions �" Under her perspective, Belle always thought that the way couples functioned was that; Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, let’s go out. It always seemed simple, but from the many chick flicks and reality scenario’s, it seemed like a complication. Love was a complication. Life was a complication and yet �" Belle hasn’t fell in love nor lived to the fullest �" she was at the state of dwelling in a pool of boredom, expecting the usual day routines; Wake up, eat, live, music, sleep.

A small sigh seeped out of her mouth, her eye brows focusing on the cute gestures that the boyfriend was making, as the girlfriend laughed with smiles. Belle couldn’t help but not observe �" every inch of happiness that was exposing from the couple’s aura intrigued her so much. The couple eventually walked past, leaving her glimpse of attention, leading Belle to focus on something more interesting. It was funny that the only entertainment she was experiencing for the time being in the park whilst sitting on the bench was passing strangers �" concluding and judging on how they flaunt whom they are. It’s truly interesting on how each living human being is different, perhaps having some similarities in some areas but overall �" everyone was different; Different faces, Different interests, Different tastes. Belle gulped within boredom, another gush of wind pressing against her features until a stranger came across her lonely presence. It was an old man, typical stereotype old looking man. A walking stick, grey hair, pale skin with the edges of wrinkles and of course �" a sweet smile that followed the lines of purity and innocence. Belle took notice of him, slightly scooting towards the other direction of the bench, kindly making room for the fellow old man.

He simply snapped a smile, Belle exposed one back, politely looking away as the tension filled silence squeezed into the moment. The old suddenly spoke “You look rather lonely there love” �" the British accent made it more pleasant to hear, especially under a tone of age. “Uh, what do you mean?” Belle smirked, shrugging a bit but showing a smile of curiosity. It was a first that a stranger has ever came to her, not feeling awkward or anything at all. “What would a girl like you be sitting alone in a park… You don’t look like someone that sits around love” �" Belle couldn’t help but chuckle gently at the old man’s remarks, he seemed… genuine. “Well, I guess it’s your lucky day to catch me outside, exploring nature and such” she responded back at him, referring to the fact she doesn’t go out much which is quite self explanatory. The old man snickered, his laugh truly out spoken the cough of a happy man. “Sitting on a bench at a local park isn’t living love… Go out! Explore! Don’t be so reserved… You only live once” �" Why was this old man talking to Belle like as if he was some motivation for her to get out more. “Meet people, fall in love, do something… anything, before life passes by and before you know it �" You’ll be like me” Belle sighed, listening to the old man as he finished off his sentence once more. He did have a point, a point that stuck her mind with meaning.

“W-Wh…Why are you telling me this?” she felt the urge to question, of course that was understandable though �" an old man telling her to go out and live a life wasn’t the casual occurrence, especially for her. “Because, I was like you once, I didn’t bother, I pressured life to come to me until I met a girl…” �" the elderly man began to go on a story, one that seemed to have a sad ending. “She showed me what it was like to live, she shows me the many places I never knew existed but now, I don’t explore much…” he exclaimed, dropping gaze as he finished speaking. Belle couldn’t feel more poetic than ever, she felt like this big sign of reality check hit her face �" maybe it was God telling her to get off her arse and do something; Be something instead of the girl that is rather reserved. “Thank you” Belle softly smiled, looking at the old man next to her on the wooden bench in the park. He smiled back, nodding briefly as he felt like he did some good.