The Mystery Romance of a Girl
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“You are the greatest, most wonderful woman in the world,” he said to her. “How can I ever repay you?”
She smiled at him and replied with another kiss. He could tell by her soft voice that she was laughing at his joke. She laughed so much that he had to laugh himself. And when they stopped kissing, it was time for them to get dressed again. That was why they were still there in bed.
The night seemed too short already, so they decided to sleep in their clothes. It was better than having an uncomfortable feeling all over the body, knowing that it would have been a long time before they got to enjoy each other’s company again.
And then there was the fact that both of them needed a lot of rest to prepare themselves mentally and physically for what came next.
He took out a small black leather wallet from his trousers’ pocket and handed it to her without saying anything. Then he stood up and went outside for a few minutes, while she put on the dress which he had given her.
Once he was back, she looked very pretty wearing it; although it did not look as good on her as it did on the mannequin in the boutique window where she picked it up earlier today. Still, she felt great about herself because he had complimented her and told her how amazing she looked.
Her hair was pulled off to one side in order to make room for the long red chiffon scarf which reached almost down to her waist. The material flowed around her, covering her body like a warm blanket. It made her feel comfortable and happy. But also sad because of the circumstances under which they were meeting.
They sat down and ordered two coffees, which they drank slowly. Then they waited until the barista finished making some food orders and asked if they wanted anything else. They said no, but after looking into each other’s eyes, they both realized that they could not wait any longer.
She smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and led him over to the table where they had their first date. It was still set up exactly as it had been, right down to the candles. She knew that this meant a lot to him—that was why she brought it up before they left the apartment.
There would be no doubt that he remembered this place fondly because of all the memories associated with it. That is why she wanted to give it something extra. To make sure he felt as happy as he had done tonight. And to show him that she was willing to do everything in her power to make him happy too.
When they sat down, he asked for another bottle of wine. This time, they chose a white one instead of a red because it was lighter.
As soon as they placed their glasses on the table and stared into each other’s eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. They sat close together, their bodies touching everywhere, so much that the heat of their bodies started to burn through their clothing, causing a small electric spark between their bodies. It grew stronger the more they touched each other.
They were not going to rush things. That is why she had brought along all those things for him last night. So that she could spend the day with him, even though they had only met a couple of times before.
It was so easy being with him because of the way he looked at her. It reminded her of how she looked at her boyfriend, except for the fact that this man was so much better looking than him. But still, the emotions they felt toward each other were similar to those she had shared with her previous partner. Only now, these feelings were amplified.
She had never had such strong feelings before about someone who did not live with her. Not that she cared. As far as she was concerned, he could move in with her right now and they would start living together. But they needed to discuss this first.
Because there was the question of where and how they should be living, especially since she was working full-time, which meant he would need to find a job somewhere. And that was assuming that he actually wanted to share a home with her. She did not want to take him for granted or force him into anything against his will.
She liked talking to him about all sorts of things because he always made her smile. And sometimes even laugh until tears ran down her cheeks. Although, she did not know why they were laughing, considering the subject matter, but somehow he was able to do it, and she loved it.
Although she found it difficult to describe him, she thought it was because of how young and handsome he appeared. But then again, it might have been the way he carried himself with dignity, despite the fact that he was dressed casually in baggy jeans and a t-shirt.
He had told her once that he enjoyed reading books, and she had seen a lot of them lying around the apartment. But there were none on the coffee table beside him. Maybe that was because he did not want her to see them, or maybe because he was embarrassed by having to admit that he was an avid reader.
She could tell that he was intelligent by how he spoke and interacted with people. He seemed so much older than the age he presented to the world.
She also liked the fact that he had traveled so much, even if he was unable to explain what for. It showed that he was a man of many interests, although she hoped she could help change that.
His hands were warm and big, and she felt a connection to them because they were always so gentle when they held hers. The way they moved like he was playing music, was very sensual, and it caused her to shiver from head to toe. Her body responded to him in ways she could never imagine, even if she tried. And she did not know why. It was all instinctual.
He noticed her blushing and smiling shyly while they were kissing. And after seeing that, he decided to continue the kiss for as long as possible. His lips pressed against hers gently and he pulled her closer to his body as if he was afraid of losing her. It was clear that she made him feel the same way.
When he finally broke the kiss, they both exhaled loudly and sat back in their chairs. She stared at him while they took several sips of their wine, trying to compose themselves enough to talk. Finally, they turned to face each other again and she placed her hand on his thigh under the table.
“I’m glad we decided to do this,” she said softly. “Because I really enjoy spending time with you.”
He smiled and nodded. “Me too. Thank you for inviting me here today.”
“Thank you for coming with me last night. I had fun.”
“And I had fun, too. You made sure that happened, you know.”
She laughed softly. “That is true, you did.”
His eyes looked into hers, and he placed his hand over hers where it rested on his leg. Then he gave her a wink before speaking.
“If you are willing to come back tomorrow morning and keep me company for a while, I will make you breakfast. I am sure your stomach is telling you it is ready to eat already.”
She smiled at him as she leaned forward to place her palm flat against his cheek. “Yes, please. I would love to spend more time with you.”
After finishing their meals, they went back outside to the deck to get some fresh air. While sitting out in the sunlight and watching the boats passing by, he asked her if she was free on Sunday and whether or not she wanted to go sailing with him.
Although she could never imagine saying no to such a wonderful invitation, she knew they needed to talk first before anything else occurred between them. So she told him that she would try to rearrange her schedule and look up the weather forecast. After he walked her to her car, she watched him disappear behind the house. Then she drove off slowly and pulled into the parking lot of a nearby store.
It was early and most people had yet to arrive. She parked in a spot in the back corner of the lot away from the road where others could not see her. She grabbed her cell phone and quickly sent him a text message, asking if it was still on his agenda to take her sailing on Sunday morning.
A few moments later, he replied with a smiley face emoji. She then sent her thanks and let him know that she had a busy day ahead of her and would see him later in the week.
The next morning, she woke up late. When she rolled over, she saw the clock glowing with a red light that read 6:45. That meant she slept until almost seven o’clock in the morning! She was exhausted, and her mind felt foggy. However, she forced herself to sit up and get ready for work.
Her boss called her into his office and informed her that her father had been admitted to the hospital and was in intensive care. He also told her that he would be taking some time off to deal with it. It turned out that he was not exaggerating when he mentioned her father being sick.
Her mother had died five years ago and left him alone since then. They had grown apart, but it was obvious to everyone how much they loved one another, especially in the final years.
Now he would have to deal with the loss of his only remaining family member without any support, even if he was not entirely convinced she had passed away. Although they lived two hours away from each other, she was going to drive down there right away to see him. She promised her boss that she would check out of work after lunch and make the trip home for the funeral services.
After leaving work and making the three-hour trip south through heavy rainstorms and poor driving conditions, she arrived at her parent’s small home just past midnight. The storm made the ride feel longer than usual, and her nerves were frazzled. As soon as she got out of the car, she started walking towards the front door of their house, her thoughts racing.
As she approached the steps leading to the covered porch, she heard voices coming from inside. She stopped short and listened closely, but she could not tell who was talking. It sounded like her mother’s voice, but it was hard to understand what they were saying through the walls of their old wooden house. A few seconds later, she heard her father answer.
“Yes, of course.”
“What do you think?” her mother asked. “You need to get yourself together and start acting like an adult.”
There was a silence that followed, and then he spoke again.
“How long has this been going on? I’m tired of you making excuses every single day and wasting money that could help us.”
He paused, and she could hear a soft sobbing sound. Then he answered her.
“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. I guess she isn’t coming back.”
This caused her to feel uneasy. She thought she heard something about her sister, but she was unsure what exactly was said. The words were muffled behind the walls of their home, and it made it difficult to listen to them properly.
She decided to knock loudly before opening the door to go inside. The second it touched the frame, she immediately heard the sounds of a crying woman. This surprised her so much that it threw her off-balance and brought her back to reality.
It was a horrible feeling for someone to have experienced this kind of loss, and she knew she needed to go inside and offer whatever comfort she could give.
As she stepped inside, she noticed all of the lights on in the house. It was dark outside due to the clouds rolling in from the ocean, and she assumed her parents must be asleep. As soon as she walked around the corner and into the kitchen, though, her father was standing by the window with tears streaming down his face.
She did not know what to say or do, so she stood frozen in place for several minutes before approaching him from behind.
“I’m here,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
He held her tightly as she cried softly, and she was overwhelmed with sadness for everything that he must be feeling.
When he calmed down enough to talk, he looked at her with tears in his eyes. “Your sister called me a little while ago and told me that my wife has passed away.”
That startled her because she assumed they were both dead, and this shocked her further when she realized that it was true. There was no way it could be true. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that.
“I can’t believe this is happening to us,” she added. “We are all here now, and yet we are still alone.”
“I am sorry, dear,” her mother said from where she stood near the stove.
“No, you’re not,” her father interrupted. “You should be thanking God that you are blessed with your son. You don’t realize what it means to have you. My entire life has revolved around raising you and providing for you until this very day.”
She could tell that her mother was hurt by this comment, but it did not seem like she wanted to respond. The last thing either of them wanted right now was to argue about anything, least of all who deserved what in life. She decided to change the subject quickly before things took a turn for the worse.
“I’m really sorry,” she said as she wiped away her own tears. “Please forgive me.”
“It’s alright,” her father replied. “I know how difficult these situations can be for people, especially those who have recently lost loved ones.”
They stood awkwardly for a moment longer before her mother approached from across the kitchen table. She had been preparing food all night for the funeral services.
“Can I make you something to eat before heading over there with you?”
Her parents did not usually ask this question, but they seemed unusually concerned with what she was going through. Maybe it was because she had been distant from them for so long now that they felt responsible for helping her with what she was facing.
She knew that would never be the case, though. This was not something they could fix, but they were more than welcome to offer whatever support they could.
“Of course, thank you.”
The three of them sat at the table eating breakfast, which was a simple meal of oatmeal. Her father ate silently and refused to look her in the eyes, while her mother offered her words of encouragement as they ate.
It felt awkward to sit there with them when neither one of them would speak. They both stared at the bowl of oatmeal in front of them as if it contained all of the answers for the rest of their lives.
As soon as she finished eating, she went to the living room and gathered up everything that was ready to be packed and taken with her. It was not much since her parents lived in a small apartment, and most of what she owned fit comfortably in one suitcase.
She also brought with her all of the clothes that she wore, along with her toiletries, jewelry, and makeup. She did not have much of an issue leaving with just the basics because she figured she could buy more things once she got settled into her new home.
“Are you sure you won’t reconsider staying here?” her mother asked after several minutes of silence.
“I need to get out of here,” she replied with a nod. “There is no other way I can think of right now to deal with this.”
Her mother understood her concern and nodded in response, but she remained silent for several minutes while she collected what she needed in order to leave. Once everything was packed and ready, her parents helped her bring it outside while they waited for her to take her seat in the back of the car.
They did not say a word during the drive, and as soon as she reached her destination, they drove off without saying another word to her.
After checking in and finding her way upstairs, she entered the empty room and closed the door behind her. She immediately noticed that it was larger than she thought it would be. There were two closets and plenty of space for the bed that she had already made up for herself.
As far as furniture was concerned, there was a desk, two chairs, and a dresser, and it even had a fireplace. She did not see any pictures hanging on the walls anywhere, and it seemed that nothing else had been put in place yet. This made sense considering she was only renting the place until they found a suitable buyer for the house.
Once she had unpacked her bag and set things up according to her liking, she went to find a phone and call her mother. She was hoping that they could meet up so that she could share everything that had happened, but she knew that would likely be too difficult.
Her mother would want to hear the whole story, and she was unsure she was ready for that at the moment. Instead, she simply told her mother that she was fine and was doing well. They spoke for a few minutes more about how she was feeling and how she was adjusting to life as a widow once again.
She could tell from her tone that they were both worried about her because she rarely expressed such emotion or concern anymore regarding what had happened. This was a new development, and it meant that she must be dealing with the aftermath of everything in some capacity. The conversation ended soon after, and she hung up the phone.
She spent most of the afternoon getting settled in before heading downstairs to see if anyone needed anything. Everyone seemed preoccupied with preparations for the funeral services, and she realized how important this all was. They needed to gather everyone together to show their respect for someone who meant so much to them.
Even though he had passed away unexpectedly, his death still had an impact on everyone because it had occurred at such a young age. He had so many years ahead of him and now none of those years would ever be experienced by the people closest to him.
This was a terrible tragedy for all of them, but they would all manage to find the strength needed to carry on despite the pain they felt deep inside.
The End