Gene sat awkwardly at his window, staring out into the cloudy sky. Everything seemed so calm, but rain was definitely on its way. Time, that's what he needed. Gene had felt so empty the last few hours. So empty...the thought of what had happened kept its part and played a role in his mind.
What he truly needed was to let time pass him by. With every second, his yearning grew stronger. Gene's eyes laid steady, without blinking. He felt so dead, lifeless and most of all lonely. If he had known this would be the outcome, he would have never let himself fall so deeply. Deeply in love....
He slowly stood up, as thoughts continued to swirl in his mind. It isn't too late, he realized. She would have still been waiting for him. Gene quickly paced out of the room, as he made his final decision.
He quickly stepped on the pedal, hard. The engine crying out, loudly. He hadn't exactly explained to Jim of what was going on, all he did was storm out the house, without a word to anyone. He had to hurry.
Gene immediately stepped on the brakes, as the red sports car slowed to a quick stop, with the screeching of tires. He jumped out of the car, and stood frozen as he stared out before him. The sun had begun to set, as it's heavy rays of light reflected beautifully onto the clear blue lake. No one. It was completely empty. Gene stood quiet for a moment, when he suddenly remembered what Jim had mentioned to him, only a few hours ago.
The train station was quiet and empty, except for a young girl, who sat near the exit, her face buried in her coat. Gene looked around, impatiently, his mind seeming to drift off somewhere. He slowly walked over towards the tracks, nothing. All the trains had left. He looked up at the bright orange sun, the cool air gently caressing his dark red hair. Gene stepped back, as he sat down on a bench behind him.
He slowly rested his head in the palm of his hands. As he let the thoughts evade him. It was too late. Too late to change anything....she must hate me, he thought, his eyes completely covered. It felt like an eternity sitting there, when a sudden noise startled him. He stared straight ahead, as another train roared by.
His eyes adjusted to it, as it slowly passed. And before him, a tall figure of a familiar girl stood still, waiting. Gene quickly arose as he stared into her eyes, that stared back at him filled with tears. He slowly walked forward, now only a few feet away from her.
"....Suzuka....," Gene uttered, as he stared in surprise. She looked back at him, tempted to hold back, "Why didn't you---"
"I couldn't," she interrupted, as though she already knew his question, her voice weak and soft against the cool air, "I couldn't, Gene.....you mean too much to me." He paused for a moment, when Suzuka quickly ran into his arms, her body so fragile and weak.
"...Gene," she murmured, as he held her in a tight embrace. He slowly pulled her back, his hands still on her shoulders.
"I could never let you go," he replied, his eyes staring deeply into hers, "I need you here with me, Suzuka." She gently brought her slim fingers to his face, caressing it softly.
"...I love you," she uttered, leaning her face closer to his, as their lips met in a warm, passionate kiss. Gene looked down at her, as he gently brushed away her tears.
"Don't ever do that again," he uttered, with a teasing smile. She smiled up at him, tears flowing down her cheeks, realizing that what came most important to her, was neither fame or hatred. What Suzuka needed was love, and he had given her something to live for.
What he truly needed was to let time pass him by. With every second, his yearning grew stronger. Gene's eyes laid steady, without blinking. He felt so dead, lifeless and most of all lonely. If he had known this would be the outcome, he would have never let himself fall so deeply. Deeply in love....
He slowly stood up, as thoughts continued to swirl in his mind. It isn't too late, he realized. She would have still been waiting for him. Gene quickly paced out of the room, as he made his final decision.
He quickly stepped on the pedal, hard. The engine crying out, loudly. He hadn't exactly explained to Jim of what was going on, all he did was storm out the house, without a word to anyone. He had to hurry.
Gene immediately stepped on the brakes, as the red sports car slowed to a quick stop, with the screeching of tires. He jumped out of the car, and stood frozen as he stared out before him. The sun had begun to set, as it's heavy rays of light reflected beautifully onto the clear blue lake. No one. It was completely empty. Gene stood quiet for a moment, when he suddenly remembered what Jim had mentioned to him, only a few hours ago.
The train station was quiet and empty, except for a young girl, who sat near the exit, her face buried in her coat. Gene looked around, impatiently, his mind seeming to drift off somewhere. He slowly walked over towards the tracks, nothing. All the trains had left. He looked up at the bright orange sun, the cool air gently caressing his dark red hair. Gene stepped back, as he sat down on a bench behind him.
He slowly rested his head in the palm of his hands. As he let the thoughts evade him. It was too late. Too late to change anything....she must hate me, he thought, his eyes completely covered. It felt like an eternity sitting there, when a sudden noise startled him. He stared straight ahead, as another train roared by.
His eyes adjusted to it, as it slowly passed. And before him, a tall figure of a familiar girl stood still, waiting. Gene quickly arose as he stared into her eyes, that stared back at him filled with tears. He slowly walked forward, now only a few feet away from her.
"....Suzuka....," Gene uttered, as he stared in surprise. She looked back at him, tempted to hold back, "Why didn't you---"
"I couldn't," she interrupted, as though she already knew his question, her voice weak and soft against the cool air, "I couldn't, Gene.....you mean too much to me." He paused for a moment, when Suzuka quickly ran into his arms, her body so fragile and weak.
"...Gene," she murmured, as he held her in a tight embrace. He slowly pulled her back, his hands still on her shoulders.
"I could never let you go," he replied, his eyes staring deeply into hers, "I need you here with me, Suzuka." She gently brought her slim fingers to his face, caressing it softly.
"...I love you," she uttered, leaning her face closer to his, as their lips met in a warm, passionate kiss. Gene looked down at her, as he gently brushed away her tears.
"Don't ever do that again," he uttered, with a teasing smile. She smiled up at him, tears flowing down her cheeks, realizing that what came most important to her, was neither fame or hatred. What Suzuka needed was love, and he had given her something to live for.
---"My love, my dreams, and you.....I won't let those go, no matter what."---