Tears and Ashes

leaping into the romantic side of Pulse we see a classical story of friends who are in love yet one is shy of her feelings but true love will always remain waiting and young until that day arrives.

Tears and Ashes

 

Angel writes on a paper:

Night was close

Day would not hurry

The boy laughed

 Yet she cried

 

            Angel looked at the paper for some seconds, throws it into the fire and observed how the piece of paper burned as the words danced around the fire. The ashes floated into the sky a rain drop slipped out of an eye-shaped cloud it fell onto the fire and put it out. Angels look was a surprise walking off into the darkness of the forested lonely road. Each step drew deeper into the thoughts of his beloved, Sarah. He loved her yet she held him back against the walls of friendship, he planned on his words to sleep her heart into his lovely incense of romance even if his mind played tricks of failure. Every step taken was a fight with his heart being guided by the moon above.

            

Looking through the fog he saw a shadow of a familiar person, it was the revealed body of his beloved, she carried sadness spread all over her face. The wind then blows away his sadness as it began to rain inside of Sarah’s eyes. Angel begins to run over worried. “Sarah what is wrong?” he spoke short breathed. Sarah had no idea he was there and immediately washed her face with happiness. “Nothing Angel.” He finally reaches her. “Are you sure about that? I saw tears in your eyes.” “Please don’t worry, just keep me company.”

            

A walk down the bridge began to create a wave of emotions between them but Sarah stops at a moment… “Is something wrong?” Angel asked confused. “Angel, we have to talk. I want some answers, so please don’t feel bad for these questions.” “Ok, what is bothering you?” Sarah breathes in some fresh air. “Why are you still with me…,” Angel stands puzzled staring at her back. “…Why haven’t you given up on me?” Angels sealed lips would not let him say a word, seconds turn into silence and Sarah begins to walk away, suddenly a whisper is heard. “You are too special to let go!” Sarah stops. “Speak up you coward! What did you say?” Angel opens his mouth and LOVE pours out. “You are too special to let go of!” He shouted. He could not believe what he was saying. Sarah is shocked and shakes her head asking questions. “Why, why do you try even if I reject you?” Angel picks up some courage to respond. “Would you ever let go of a Dream?” Sarah blushes and listens to his words. “I just can't let go of something that I've always wanted my whole life!” “How much longer will you try Angel?” Footsteps are suddenly heard. “All the time that you give me.” “But what if I say NO?” Angel laughs and gets closer. “You still haven’t said it.” “Why do you love me?” Sarah throws fists in the air. “You have something, it makes you different from the others and I want to find out what it is and where it is hiding inside of you.” Sarah is silenced for a moment as the footsteps draw closer. “What if I turn ugly?” Angel grabs her arm and turns her around, he stares at her necklace, a half moon, and half sun spun on its end. “As long as the Sun shines and the Moon glows you will never cease to be beautiful to me.” They look each other in the eyes and she finally asked. “Do you really love me, Angel?” Angel stares back into her eyes. “Why do you ask a question that already has an answer?” He grabs her hand. “How much do you love me?” She hands over the other hand as he looks into the sky. “When you are able to find the number after infinity and count all the stars in the sky then you will have the answer to your question.” Face to face and their lips begin to close in to meet each other and as soon as they touch Sarah pulls back, smacks Angel and runs off leaving behind a trace of tears.

        

    30 years later and adult Sarah has not heard of her friend since that night. One day at a local store she heard news of Angel coming back to town to visit his parents. As soon as she heard the new she ran off towards their location to finally face what she has always feared, first love. She arrives at the house of his parents and rushes inside without caution and came to see that she was too late but hope was not to be abandoned yet, he left behind a card just for Sarah.

 

Dearly Beloved:

            I am here waiting for you at Mount Sun and Moon in a white house, I have come to your answer, please come and see me…

                                  LOVE: Angel

 

            A rose suddenly blossomed in her heart and it carried her towards the white house. Upon the arrival, she found herself with a very old house, cracked windows, split roof, ugly yard, tall brown door but the moment was too important to realize any of these physical traits, the only important thing was who waited inside. “Is this what he wants me to understand?” she asked herself. Sarah approaches the door to knock yet it slowly opened and there stood in amaze… a young handsome man was sitting on a red couch with a mirror above his head with the reflection of an old woman, wrinkles on her face and white down her hair. Sarah looks away in embarrassment until she heard the man recite a poem:

  

 Chronicles of a Spiritual Wife

15. “Beautiful, Pretty”

~YAD~

 

For pretty girls flowers

For the beautiful poems

As for you?

A world I will have the pleasure of showing

 

Have I seen beauty in this world!

Yet they are all just shadows of your pearl.

Beautiful, Pretty, You

 

So let the beautiful read poems

And the pretty pick flowers

As for us…

A love that we can call ours

Beautiful, Pretty, YOU

 

            She then realized it was Angel, the one love of her life, an old friend. “Angel, is that really you?” The young Angel then speaks: “I have been waiting for you.” Sarah is amazed. “But you haven’t aged a bit.” Angel laughs and stands up from the couch. “Don’t you understand? Our LOVE does not grow old and neither has your heart.” Her tears smile running over to Angel to kiss him and hug him. She opens her eyes and realizes that the mirror reflects a young beautiful girl, she was young again. Angel smiles. “Are you ready?” he whispered. The roof then opens and she sighted the frozen Sun and Moon in her eyes to reflect her beauty and the steadfast stars to count his LOVE for her. There, a tear was born in the deepest of her heart and fell from her eyes and as it dropped at that very moment a cloud let out a rain drop mixing with her tear. As soon as the mixed tear and raindrop touch the surface of the wooden floor blue numbers rose dancing in and out of the whited house and there she stared at the number after infinity. Angel suddenly noticed in the sky the poem that he wrote when the ashes carried them away, day and night, she cried and he laughs. He glances at her and asks: “Now do you know how much I love you?” and in a whisper, she responds. “The same way I LOVE YOU.” Fire surrounds them and ashes ascend to the sky to spell out:

TEARS AND ASHES OF LOVE

Author's Note

very sweet filled with romantic quotes. comments please.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I wish I could say this was cheesy but it isn't.. It was a very heart touching read and very nice portrayal of emotions too.
Somehow feels like a fairytale 😉
I loved reading this.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

ah a fairytale. thank you

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Well kinda 😉
You're welcome, Sire 😊

[the one inside]

And here I witness the romantic side of Pulse as mentioned iin your Bio! I love how these writings just transcend from funny to so many other things! I am inlove with your mind! Sounds pretty strong but I havent seen a writer who can shift from so many different Ideas! You have a very very special and rare gift! I would love to see some horror, sci-fi, and even maybe a deep scientific write from you, Im sure you wont let me down! I hope many can enjoy your reading as I have! Awesome work!

[Sarah Wilson]

Very mystical. :) I love how all of your writing is very new and non cliched. Keep up the good work!

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Thanks thanks thanks. Ever since I started writing I didn't want to write the same stories people have heard over and over. I wanted innovating ideas. You should join my group. We could grow together learning from each other. :)

[Sarah Wilson]

I think you sent me a request already.