"Think I'm gonna be sick." Hayley was sitting in Chris' living room, playing with his dog. "Okay, move your ass buddy, aunty is leaving." She kissed him in the snout then got up and started packing her things. Christian was standing in front of them, leaning against the wall. He was eating pizza when Hayley suddenly jumped. She throw her purse and run out of the room covering her mouth with hands.
'Gross', Christian mumbled before returning to his meal. He ate it in few bites, just when Hayley came back from the bathroom. "You look like crap." he smiled thought it wasn't funny at all.
"Supportive as always." she rolled her eyes, took her bag and headed to the door. "Ciao bro, see ya!" without turning she walked out. Chris waved though she couldn't saw him.
Not long after that, Christian fell asleep. He woke up few hours later, only to find out that he's sick. Screw you, virus. He was too weak to get out of bed so he was just rolling for hours. He was burning up but instead of taking some medicine he eventually made himself a potion. However, he must have been in very bad shape since the potion didn't worked. It only made him feel worse so he concluded that he mixed wrong ingredients.
It's been a long day, and so was the next one. He wasn't feeling any better. He fell asleep in the living room. Had no idea how he ended up there but he did. For the first time after so many nights, Christian O'Sullivan was dreaming. And dream...it was more like a memory. It was one actually.
June, 2024, Paris, Montmartre.
Young couple is walking down the boulevard, holding hands, watching shop windows. Well, at least she is. He is secretly watching her, admiring her personality and her beauty, wondering how did he ended up next to her. She is happy and so is he. Her cheeks blushed when he put his hand around her waist, she nervously bit her lip but she enjoyed his touch. She shivered when he touched her lips but what she didn't know was that he was as excited as she was. He kissed her passionately, like it was their first time thought they both lost count. He loved how she makes him feel, always excited, always wanting more and more.
They were laughing loudly, living in the happy bubble, believing they will be together forever. The girl noticed one antique shop on the corner. The couple walked in. It was small, overcrowded, and yet the girl managed to find that one special thing. It was small, rounded, golden brooch. For some reason she loved it and the boy had no idea what was so special about it. But as long as she's happy, he doesn't really care. However, they left the shop empty handed. Because of him. He made a promise to her. The one that made her even happier. He made a promise that he never achieved.
Christian opened his eyes. He knew what he needed to do. He got up, ignoring the pain in his head and the one in his spine (he slept in really bad position) and went upstairs to the attic. He knew it was there. It must've been there. In some box, somewhere. He started looking, and looking, and looking. and eventually, he found it. His father's collection of old brooches. The one he needed was right in the middle.
In center of golden ring, not bigger than golf ball, was headless woman with wings. She looked just like Greek goddess Nike, just like the sculpture from the Louvre, though this one had arrows. There was also the green snake around her leg. It was forming the letter S, like Sierra. It was made by Chris' mother who gave it to his father on their wedding. And now, since Thomas' memory is changed, it feels right to do what he's about to do.
He went down into a living room, holding brooch tight in his hand. He found a piece of paper and a pen though he had no idea what to write. at the end, only one word was written down. 'Remember'.
He put the paper and the brooch in the envelope, attached it to the leg of his owl and let the bird flew away. He was standing next to the window, watching the owl disappearing in the distance.
by Christian O'Sullivan Sun Aug 02, 2015 3:46 pm