Chapter 1
Tragedy
I am Harry, a normal 6 feet tall, green eyes and brown haired guy. 1988 this year was the best and the worst year of my life. Best because I got all the happiness in this year. The girl I had loved for ages now became my wife and she was pregnant with my child. It was like a dream.
Olivia was everything that I could have asked for in life. She was like the most beautiful girl in the world. Everything began when we were in college. I used to sit behind her there but never really talked for a year. But one day we were assigned with the same project. It was just like fate wanted us to be together.
There projects were assigned with taking into account the students abilities and grades. So, there was no way that she could've been with me but at that time the only thing that I could've think of was now I do have a chance. And finally the day came when she gave me her number in order to contact of the project. Most of the time when doing the project when doing the project I just used to look at her and was just lost in her beauty. I don't know if it was something she noticed or not but sometimes she just used to leave me like that and explained the project.
Then one day when we were doing the project I asked her if she wanted to go to a café after we are done with today work. And to my surprise she agreed. Then we went to the best café in that area. And that was first time I saw her smile. Every time she smiled it was like my heart skipped a beat. And I was there thinking like is this what they called love. And I don't what happened to me and in that I just stood up and said " I Love You, will you go out with me". At that moment everything just went blank. I realized that I have done something that I shouldn't have done ever. I looked at her and she was looking down with no expression.
Just a moment ago I was feeling that everything was just being granted to me just now I did something that I shouldn't have done. I was there standing there everyone looking at me and I was there thinking just what have I done. I took my belongings and ran as fast as I could. tried to look back for her and the only thing that I could see, was that she was crying. Yes the girl that I wanted to be happy forever was there crying and I as I was running a drop of water suddenly fell from the sky. But then I noticed it was not a drop of water for upcoming. It was the water of the rain that started as soon as I ran from the café.
I came to my rented room. I shut the door and began crying there. And yeah I know that people say that men shouldn't cry. But it's not like every person in this world must've cried on any day. Men are very vicious creatures they try to hid their emotions so that because of them others shouldn't feel weak. Then tend to hide their fear so that others wouldn't be scared. And the only thing that can make them is a pillow or the lap of their mother because those are two things that brings out the real person hidden inside of them. Every men has two personality. One that they present for the world and one that they hide inside of them.
But on that day I didn't need a pillow or my other's lap to cry. It was like my heart was about to burst I just wasn't able to contain anything. Then mother's lap and the father's slap that I needed at that time had already gone two years ago in an accident that was caused because of a homeless man sleeping in the middle of the road. After nearly crying for two hours I fainted. When I came back to senses it was already time for my college but I decided to skip. And after that I nearly skipped college for a week. I had given up on doing anything after that. My life had become stagnant. I just wanted to leave the city. I know that this all would sound very stupid but this was something that I experienced for the first time and I had no one to comfort or say something like to move on.
After a week suddenly someone knocked on my door. I tried to stand by placing my hand on the desk. And walking slowly towards the door. I opened the door and my heart stopped for a moment.
"Olivia? Why are you here?"
"Hey is this how you welcome someone into your house?"
I was not sure what should I say, but I could see that that the blue that were always sparkling like a giant ocean had become pale and the redness beneath her eyes indicated that even she had been crying for sometime. I looked at her and I immediately knew that she was having the same condition as me. Her lips were completely dry and her blonde hair was just somehow tied with the hairband.
"Hey, do you want some coffee?"
"A tea would be better"
"ye-yeah sure, I thought you would like coffee"
"Why because I am not British?"
"No-No it's not like that, I'll make you a tea"
I went to kitchen without looking at her. I started making the tea and I was getting my hand for the tea leaves. A hand grabbed them and gave them to me.
"I don't know why you did that?"
""
"Is that how you leave a girl in a café when you love her?"
"It's not like that"
"Then what is it? You come to a girl invite her on a date and then propose to her and then leave from there without even saying a word"
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"Tell me am I that bad, that you wanted to do all that. For the first time in time two years I thought someone has finally come who will understand me and will be able to handle me. But it seems that I was wrong. Is that how much you loved me?"
"No!NO! it's not like that I love you more than anything, I love you so much that I am ready to marry and spend rest of my life without even the regret of not doing anything. I love you so much that I don't want that smile to ever disappear again. I -I just want to be happy forever with you.I-"
Without even noticing I was holding her shoulders and saying all of that and then suddenly opened her arms and pulled me and said-
"Then make yourself happy with me."
"Yes I will, I will never let you cry"
After that we went into a live-in relationship. Everyday felt like that it was the best day of my life, waking up to her, smell of her hair in when sleeping with her. Her smile every time we went somewhere. Having dinners while watching our favourite show. I wanted to just stop the time and live with her there forever. And finally the day acme when we decided that we are going to spend our lives together forever.
On 13th may, 1987 we married each other. It was the best day of my life. It was as if the heaven watching above us said live happily my child.
And just 2 months after that we came to know that Olivia is now pregnant. I just couldn't control my happiness, I immediately told my boss that I want to take leave for 5 days and to my surprise he immediately sanctioned. I was so happy that the god is giving me everything I want. I rushed to hospital. I ran as fast as I could. I went on to the counter and asked for the ward. Ward 17 was the ward she was in. I rushed there and saw her. My beautiful Olivia was sitting their with the some of the sunlight painting her left side with the highlights making her look like a goddess. I dropped on my knees put my head on her soft lap. And was about to cry when she said-
"Don't you remember our promise."
"Please, just one this time."
But it is just as they say your life can never be constant, it has its ups and downs. And it can't be called life without that. It's fine but why is that some people have to face more downs than others? Why is that some people have lose more than other people?
It was the day of our marriage anniversary after leaving early from the office in order to surprise her and celebrate the incoming of a new member, who was about to come soon. I brought a beautiful cake the one that she liked the most.
But all of that was destroyed, everything shattered as I got a phone call-
"hello is this Mr. Harry fern. I am Mr. Lang talking from Police"
"yes, it is"
"Who Mrs. Olivia Reynolds to you?"
As I heard those words shivers ran down my spine. But somehow I asked –
"what happened? Yes she is. What happened? What is going on?"
"Sir, I know this is going to hard to believe but your wife has committed suicide. Sir dkjasiofjiwjfijidsojfisdfj…"
And this is why this year was also the worst year of my life. The person, the only person whom I live for died.