Author: sheisthe1 PM
Living Life Twice For A Lost Love. Theo had a perfect life in till he died. This is where most stories would end but his just begins. Given a second chance he is sent back to earth on one condition "You are invisible to the one you love in till you die"Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,954 - Reviews: 4 - Updated: 06-03-11 - Published: 04-21-09 - id: 2663454
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It was nightfall and the moon was still gleaming in the shimmering pool of life that trickled and curved down her young and tender face. Water was everywhere that night even in the cold dank air which Theo so openly breathed. Yet he watched in utter despair as a singular droplet struck the ground with such limited force. "Sweet heart" he pleaded with his hands clenched tightly over her shoulders "I love you I always have so I beg you don't let this moment ruin us". The sound of his voice was slowly fading as the acceptance of his loss crept in. The shock had impaled deep into his beating heart sending messages of confusion to every crevice of his body. His throat swelled up as she waved for a taxi in the unforgiving rain so persistent in a night of dismal pain. Theo watched as his true love entered her new life in the form of a London taxi and put his hand on his heart feeling it shatter into irreplaceable shards. As Kayla drove past in the tinted windows, her outline so vague and emotionless, Theo could sense she was crying. He knew that she was feeling the same pain, the same heart ache. Then it struck him, what if they were tears of relief? No that's ridiculous he thought reassuringly. She had promised to love him no matter what fault he had under taken and with this in mind he planned his redemption.
He had sat for the remainder of that hour on a bench where so many have pondered the rest of their lives. He sat drenched in a mixture of his own sweat and tears which had slowly taken its toll on his woollen jumper forming a minute hole. "Only the best for Kayla" he thought as he pondered why he had chosen that particular attire. A laugh graced Theo's face but only for a secluded second in till the realisation came that what he had previously loved was no more. He had decided in that instance to win her back what ever the cost. If only he could know what that cost would come to be. He sat upright, instinctually, as if a sudden urge had sprung him fully into mobility. He now knew what he had to do. He stood up with a jolt of energy and wiped his long brown fringe from his eyes which brought a focus to every detail of his surroundings. Theo looked down at the bench where he noticed engravings so lovingly phrased by couples that were blossoming in their youth but now have passed that 'inseparable' phase in their life's and spawn such looks of hatred to one another in meeting. Can love totally fade or are emotions of hate forced in front of that once felt to secure future happiness and seclude heart ache? Theo pondered this question repeatedly taking into account that true love is such a rarity and can only be found in a so called "soul mate" which he believed he had found within Kayla. He was right, if he could have pulled down God's plan for him it would have entitled him to a life of luxury with his wife Kayla and two children but that was soon to be lost.
The sudden urge to move had lifted Theo off his feet and into the lonely streets of down town London. Lights flickered, babies cried but his heart still beat for Kayla encouraging him onwards only stopping for an odd pedestrian. His heart rate gained as he approached her street, his feet began to quicken One…Two…..One….Two…One..Two. Colours merged into one almighty blur as street lamps turned to specs of light in an ever increasing array of beauty. His breath formed clouds of residue in front of him which he immediately broke through due to his ever increasing speed. He reached his destination out of breath and out of words. He had not thought what to say. What could you say to a girl that had broken your heart? Without thinking Theo picked up a small irregular stone which, like him, did not belong here. He threw the stone lightly at the window hoping to catch his 'princesses' attention. He threw another and another determined to succeed in his purpose in till the red curtains were drawn aside and there in a towel, was his true love. He stood aback and admired her for what an object of desire and beauty she was from her brown hair so neatly straightened and even though dyed retained its natural awe. Her legs so smooth from a fresh shave which was no doubt an attempt to impress Theo. Obviously it had worked he was awe struck and for the last time in his ever fading life he could fully appreciate her.
Theo's gaze moved up her shimmering body due to her wet exterior which he assumed must have come from a steamy shower. As his gaze moved up he spotted two hands, one on either hip, which so rightfully grasped what was once his. He considered the possibility of them being her own but he realised they were too rugged, worn down by years of hard labour, and did not fit the criteria for such a perfectly crafted creature. Grudgingly he resumed the gaze of her eyes which were fall of despair and regret for what had been done. Theo knew what was to come, another man, and sure enough his fears were confirmed and the words "come back to bed sweetheart" echoed in his mind. Theo stepped back onto the road for the long walk back and glanced once at the man who had ripped Theo's life from under his feet. He was old, at least five years elder; with a severely scarred face from what had most likely been a result of a bar fight. His jeans were tattered, stained with mud and grease from whatever activities he had chosen to become involved in. Theo's eyes were drawn further up the man to his vest which clearly showed his highly worked muscles for any passer by to see, which at a guess was preferably female. Kayla still stood there gazing at him for forgiveness yet he was sure that he would soon be forgotten once she submitted to her newly founded lover's passionate sex.
Theo laid on the cold, damp road motionless, not breathing, not even trying as his life had ended way before the car had struck him. The culprit had fled and left his now dented Renault on the curb with a plume of smoke erupting from the severed bonnet. Dented, just like Theo's life. Blood trickled into Theo's mouth, dying is a strange feeling almost like an epiphany. Every one of your life's moments flicker through your ever minimising mind and with no time of judgement you realise they were all beautiful in their own way. Kayla had rushed down as soon as she had seen the car make contact. It is amazing to consider how many times we make decisions in the heat of the moment and live to regret them. Yet Theo did not feel regret in fact at the end she was all that soothed him: her warm touch, her blurred outline and those miniscule droplets of life that again trickled down those soft, tender cheeks.