Damian, the love

A Story by goldenscar__

what am I even talking about?

"I once received a letter by wrong because it has my name. The letter was full of love and remorse, I liked the feelings and the vocabulary Marcus used. A strange young man later, who happened to be my son (that's what he claimed), told me that Marcus was my ex-husband and he was dying. I couldn’t remember any of this because every day is a new day."

Jenna is stuck in my mind..
Jenna was an active woman. She had those big black eyes and thick eyelashes; she loved life.
She and Marcus got married when she was 23. They were madly in love. But Marcus, as every hot man in their 30s, was a womanizer. Jenna, however, had this strong attitude and savage pride. She dumped him with no mercy. Jenna was a peculiar woman; she fell in love with characters from the books she used to read and protagonists of her favorite series but she could never tell. Three years after her divorce, she decided to never love until she met him. Jenna, the wanderlust, loved the owner of the bookshop near her house. He was thirty year older than her but they had a thing. Through that love, she discovered that she never loved Marcus but only desired his wildness.
Damien, the old man who speaks with his eyes, had this European accent. It made him even wiser and cuter. His wife left him for a business man in Chicago but he never gave up on love. He was such a pie to be tasted. Damian and Jenna got married on a warm afternoon in July and they gave birth to Edward the July after; they named him after his grandfather with whom Damian had this deep relationship. His name was Damian; they lived in peace, he was everything a reckless man wasn't.
They had a small farm with cows, chicken, ducks, and different kind of birds, six cats and four dogs.
Jenna’s elder daughter moved to NYC when she turned 18 to study Ancient Greek culture and literature. The youngest lived with her father; she was more like him. She never got along with her mother or sister. Jenna was also a good poet; her poems were dedicated mostly to her sweet life and beautiful daughter, but she saved Damien's poems to herself only, and they had this beautiful garden. Damian planted orange trees for her only because he knew she adored the scent of orange flowers in spring.Jenna used to cook him orange pies every Thursday and they would sit near the river and he would read her his favorite quotes. She used to melt over the way he used to play with her scarf.
Jenna loved Damian with every sense and bone. Damian adored her skin and the way she existed in his life. When he talks, she falls deeper and when she smiles, he breathes freedom. But Jenna had those fears of how her life would be after his death, because as the years go by he was getting older and weaker. And she, young and beautiful, was watching him in pain and silently crying.
Edward has been growing in a healthy environment. Not everybody is lucky to have such parents... He was handsome as his older sister, and strong as his parents' love.
On a warm Saturday afternoon, as usual, Jenna and Damian lied beside the river drowning each other with love. Damian felt stings in his heart but he never careless. That day was out of the ordinary, he recited more quotes than usual. He ate more amount of pie than usual. He lived more than usual. How could he be this sweet I never understood?
On his chest she put her heart. She would always put her head on his chest and she would enjoy his weak heartbeats and the smell of nature in his shirt. On that day, she fell asleep. He fell asleep too and never woke up. He died in peace; happy and in love. He died smiling. He loved Jenna. He loved her sunrise and she loved his sunset. He really loved Jenna.

Jenna was shut. She buried her soul with his body in the place where they ate a lot of pies, made a lot of memories, said a lot of quotes, grew a lot of love. She buried him, her youth and her dreams. Her fears finally came true, she wasn't afraid anymore. She started to sleepwalk and take a lot of sleeping pills. There is this time she walked to the river and drowned herself. For thirty minutes she stayed under water until her son rescued her. That accident reduced the oxygen to her brain which caused her Alzheimer. It was more like a blessing. She was only forty three year and blessed.
She forgot everything. She forgot her daughter's daughter and her other daughter's cruelty. She forgot Marcus and his dirty attitude. She forgot her books and her favorite pink dress and the way she used to brush her hair. She forgot her house and her kid’s animals. She forgot Edward and his husband-like warm hug. She forgot her life, but she never forgot this ghost which has been supplying her with love to carry on. Damian, she never forgot. Damian, the love.