The story of the unnamed full

The story of the Unnamed

The universe, a vast space in which all the things which exits exist. In here among the millions and billions of the galaxies there is one galaxy named-“the milky way”. In here among the millions and billions of systems there is one system named-“the solar system.” In the here there is one planet, almost full of water which is very fondly named Earth by its people. In this beautiful heaven I reside. I am a homo sapien or a human

Normally an ordinary person would introduce them with their name with which they like to call them. But I am different. From the beginning I was. To be frank, I stand out from others. And I kind of like it. And to me, names are useless, just a waste of time. The real fun is to keep it a mystery. Well, talking about mysteries, I love them, to let you know. And one thing that I learned from my experience in life, they are all around us, waiting to be discovered. Another thing I like about mysteries is that they are totally unpredictable. You can’t say what lay hidden in them. In my life I have uncovered many mysteries. There was one such incident; you love to hear……

Introduction

Love. The most beautiful and complex emotion one can have. Everyone experiences love in some way or the other, in some part or the other of their life. But true love is rarely experienced. And luckily, I am one of those lucky ones who actually experienced it. And the way I did, is truly unique and extraordinary in itself……

Chapter one

From the early stages of my life, I was shy and was not very fond of socializing. As time passed and I came to know what the real world is. Slowly, my dislikeness turned into hatred. I turned into an introvert. In this world the only thing I liked was books. I didn’t just like them, I loved them. Well, to say the truth I am a writer myself. Days kept passing and my belief about the word kept getting stronger and firmer. Then one day she came, and shattered my belief into pieces. She told her name ‘Clarissa’ O what a beautiful, wonderful, joyful name, probably the first name I liked. She put forward an irresistible proposal of friendship and obviously I accepted. We loved to talk almost about anything. And we got on with each other very well. She was frank, gentle, influential and very, very charismatic. Slowly we came to know more, and more about each other. And the more knowledge we gained about each other, the fonder we became to each other. The city in which we lived had large, old, abandoned, isolated parts. In these parts we used to go on adventures in summer holidays. Our favorite place was a large ruin of a church, which had no roof. At the back of that church was a large graveyard which was full of graves both big and small. We used to talk there for hours and only returned home after dark. Day by day our relation grew and grew. And by my experience, I could tell you that if a boy and a girl’s friendship grow too strong it changes into love. And my case was no exception. And it was not too long before I discovered it. And I discovered love is truly beautiful. And it made me realize that life is indeed full of beauty.

But when it came to telling her, I became very, very afraid. The fear of rejection caught me and it took twenty full days to finally overcome it and finally decide to reveal the truth to her. But destiny had other plans for me….

Chapter two

The next day, I was woken up by horrible news. Clarissa was in hospital, she met with an accident. I quickly dressed up and rushed to the hospital. She was lying, helpless in a bed. Bandaged almost all over her body. She was so helpless, so fragile, so delicate little thing. I was almost in tears.

I did not know what to say to her.

So, I said the most common sentence a lover says to his beloved

“I love you”

Instead of shock, she gave me a smile. Then she showed me the most horrible scene of my life. She quietly closed her eyes and died. She looked so serene, so peaceful as if every aspiration of her life was complete. But to me it was horrible. I didn’t know how to react. It was too much of a shock to me. I did not think, but ran. I ran and ran. From the corridors of the hospital into the streets. I did not stop there, I ran. I ran till I finally reached the place where I spent most of the moments with my dead love.

I cried and sobbed and cried till I used up every single drop of my tears.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see a pale but beautiful girl standing behind me.

“Who are you?” I asked

“I am Catherine, I saw you in distress. I want to help you. I can’t see anyone crying.”

Then she looked straight into my eyes and something happened and I felt the most heavenly feeling I ever felt. And I agreed for her help.

I told her all that happened and also what and how I felt. She was a great listener. And knew just the perfect way to show her sympathy which will instantly make you feel better. After that day we became best friends. And again I fell in love with her.

But the problem was I didn’t know that if she liked me or not. So I found out a way of impressing her.

I painstakingly wrote a poem especially for her –

“Like a bird needs wings to fly,

And we need tears to cry.

Like a fish needs water to breathe,

And the sun is our foremost need.

Like the soul needs a body to be complete,

And we need another competitor to compete.

Like the moon needs the sun to shine,

I need you as mine.”

CHAPTER THREE

The next day was a holiday. I woke up as quickly as possible. I gobbled up my breakfast and rushed to the church, our hangout. She was there before me as usual.

I gave the poem to her without saying anything. She was a slow reader. Not because she wasn’t a good reader, but because she tried to understand the meaning and the feeling of every word the writer wants us to feel. After reading it she had a strange grave look in her face. It was not anger or sadness or anything like that, but it was not good.

She then held my hand and dragged me to the graveyard at the back of the church. I became very scared by now.

She took me to the centre of the graveyard, to a very big and grand looking grave.

Then she smiled at me and glowed brightly and disappeared into thin air. I was very astonished, surprised and many more things that I could not describe in words.

I then looked at the grave and it was the grave of none other than Catherine.

CHAPTER FOUR

The alarm bell rang, waking me up from my sleep.

What?! Was it only a dream?

But it couldn’t be. It was so real.

Then I looked at my hands, there were finger marks on my hand.

And everything became clear.

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END OF STORY ONE