Another Monday, another love short from my immense pool of short romantic stories.
This week’s short story is inspired from Nicholas Sparks’ famous novel which was also adapted into a movie – A Walk To Remember. Hope you like it.
Title: A Smile To Remember
Her love was like a rose—fragrant and soft.
She was a geek. No fashion sense, no girlie stuff. I sometimes hated her lack of social skills. Even though we studied together since kindergarten, I never cared for her. She tried to talk, but I never got involved even in the small talks she started during our bus rides to school.
It was during the Spring Festival when we came close. We were preparing for the festival, and me and Zoobie were in the same team. I had to visit her house often to prepare for the skit we had to do during the spring fest.
Together, we practiced for the drama. She always wore a green-colored cardigan, to school, at home, and wherever she went. I and my friends often ridiculed her dressing sense.
As days gone by, I realized I was spending my time more on things that didn’t make any sense. Like making fun of nerdy students whenever they walked past us, doing crazy stuff like betting who could ride the bike with hands up, all kinds of adventure stuff you know.
As I slowly got along with Zoobie, I found out she was the one I always wanted to be with. Calm and composed. She had a positive outlook towards everything.
According to her, everything was possible. Be it getting good grades in
the exams or getting selected in a medical school.
We hung out together, and; I fell in love with her. I still remember the way she blushed when I expressed my love to her. Her cheeks flushed red with the most vibrant color of pink when she said she loved me too.
We finished school, and I went abroad to study Medicine, leaving Zoobie alone. I never wanted to leave her but couldn’t gather the courage to say no to my dad—who had Hitler’s genes in his DNA. Just kidding 🙂
I and Zoobie exchanged letters for one year, and then her letters stopped coming. I called her, and she told me she wanted to go with the wind. She wanted to be free. Free from a long-distanced relationship. Free from me. She wanted to call it quits.
I couldn’t bear the pain of heartbreak and failed my final semester exams. As a result, my Dad summoned me an ultimatum that if I ever wanted to return home, I should have my medical degree with me. I pictured my mom’s helplessness, her dewy eyes when she wished me a goodbye on the airport. I devoted myself to studies.
Though I lost all charms of life after Zoobie dumped me, I loved my mother. I completed the program and returned home after five years with a degree. A piece of paper my father could show to his filthily rich friends.
I reached home. My mom was happy and so was I, but at some corner of my heart, I missed Zoobie. I missed her fragrant smile, her touch, her lips. I just missed everything about her.
“How’s Zoobie Mom. Is she still here? I mean, has she married.” I stammered as I acted casual on the dinner table.
I saw tears forming in my mom’s eyes. My dad left the table, his food untouched. I couldn’t understand.
“What’s wrong with you guys? Is everything fine.” Apprehension, panic, anxiousness cluttered my brain.
I looked at my mom.
“What’s the matter, mom?”
“She left us.”
“I’m sorry. We couldn’t tell you about this.”
“About what?”I ran out of my plush residence and sprinted in the direction of Zoobie’s house.
Her house looked the same as before, but there was an emptiness in the
surrounding. The vibrancy, the warmth I used to feel when I visited her house before was missing.
I knocked the door and impatiently waited for the response.
Her father opened the door.
“Oh, Mr. Ahmari. How can I help you?”
“Is Zoobie home?” I asked.
The same expression of grief on his face, but the dew of Mr. Shersi’s eyes was even more prominent than what I saw in my mom’s eyes. He left the door open, turned his back to me, and trudged inside the house.
I entered the house. My eyes darted around. I wanted to see her. See her
smiling at me. The smile that used to be my strength, smile I missed the
most during my stay in London.
“I’m really sorry Sir, but I really want to meet her. Is she there?” I impatiently requested him.
“I understand, but this isn’t her home any longer.”
“Oh. She’s got married. Can I get her number or address? I want to congratulate her. It’s quite a time.”
“Yeah, quite a time. Four years since she left us for her heavenly abode.”
“What?” Someone sucked all blood out of me. “How? I mean what happened to her?”
“She died of cancer, a peculiar type that didn’t cause any symptoms only mild fevers on and off. I got to know about the disease when the blood investigations came positive for leukemia.”
My feet froze to the ground. Within a fraction of a second, my whole body wilted. I couldn’t stand and drop down on the foray chair.
“That’s why she broke my heart. Oh, God. I couldn’t understand her love.”
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