Post by Antonio Carreras on Jul 1, 2020 15:06:00 GMT -4
It's been how long since their little date since she said no. Well, he should've seen it coming. He doesnt know what he expected. He knew this was to happen. He should never love anyone. Always keep them an arms length away from him, that way he cant get hurt. Quite sad, but in a way fitting karma. How many times did he do this? How many girls were on the receiving end? And now it finally came his turn. Did life punish him for those times and all the bad deeds he did. Probably
His days were usual. He'd get up, eat breakfast, wash up and dress up. He'd go to work and come home. Rinse and repeat. But there were times he had days off. His Boss did offer to have him work more just so he doesnt think. But Antonio didnt want that. He wanted to be alone. He was still discovering himself even 50 years later. What does he want? What does he like? What is his life? What will he do in life? What were his interests outside of work?
Well over the years he did pick a few interests. Some he did and abandoned, some he is doing now and some he yearns to pick up in the future. He had a phase of horse riding and horse racing. He had a bull taming phase where he is still keeping his pet in Spain. He had or has a writting phase where he would document his days in a journal. He has so much of those its like a huge box or two or three or four of just journals. Journals galore that document his life. Among the current phases there are some he picked up years ago and still does today. Music, playing the guitar, singing, well he used to dance too, but not anymore. He is also a collector now, but a collector of strange things that he also hides away from public eye. He hides it in boxes and he likes it a lot. He likes it so much he decided to try and use it to share and convey an emotion to her. Yeah, he needed to stop avoiding her, even if he still wants to avoid her. He has to sacrifice himself just for his Boss. The Boss cant lose a contact because of his stupid emotions. Antonio sighed and walked over to a wall and just... hit his head against the wall a few times. "Stupid... stupid.... stupid" He only stopped when he saw a red spot on the wall. His body healed of course, but the 'wound' still remained on the bloody wall... the blood was there. He would wash it... or hide it later, behind a painting or a shelf.
His days were usual. He'd get up, eat breakfast, wash up and dress up. He'd go to work and come home. Rinse and repeat. But there were times he had days off. His Boss did offer to have him work more just so he doesnt think. But Antonio didnt want that. He wanted to be alone. He was still discovering himself even 50 years later. What does he want? What does he like? What is his life? What will he do in life? What were his interests outside of work?
Well over the years he did pick a few interests. Some he did and abandoned, some he is doing now and some he yearns to pick up in the future. He had a phase of horse riding and horse racing. He had a bull taming phase where he is still keeping his pet in Spain. He had or has a writting phase where he would document his days in a journal. He has so much of those its like a huge box or two or three or four of just journals. Journals galore that document his life. Among the current phases there are some he picked up years ago and still does today. Music, playing the guitar, singing, well he used to dance too, but not anymore. He is also a collector now, but a collector of strange things that he also hides away from public eye. He hides it in boxes and he likes it a lot. He likes it so much he decided to try and use it to share and convey an emotion to her. Yeah, he needed to stop avoiding her, even if he still wants to avoid her. He has to sacrifice himself just for his Boss. The Boss cant lose a contact because of his stupid emotions. Antonio sighed and walked over to a wall and just... hit his head against the wall a few times. "Stupid... stupid.... stupid" He only stopped when he saw a red spot on the wall. His body healed of course, but the 'wound' still remained on the bloody wall... the blood was there. He would wash it... or hide it later, behind a painting or a shelf.
He walked over to one of the cardboard boxes he kept in his house. Thats right. He traveled light. He didnt personalize his home, his home looked like something you'd see in an interior decorating magazine. Once he got to the cardboard box, he took out a ... box... it was a music box, he winded it and it started playing a song. If one would peer deeper in the cardboard box, they'd see... music boxes. Its what he started collecting who knows when. But he has them, with various melodies, some even custom and personalized one of a kind for his collecting needs and for his personal musical needs. Once the music stopped he winded it again to restart the melody
He thought what if he parts with one of these? Well he can with one actually... and one came to his mind. It was perfect, it had the right tune, the right emotion to convey. It can be like a final gift, a goodbye, a peace offering. He wondered what would she think. But he wasnt gonna stick to find out. He look between the items and eventually found the ornate music box. It was a duplicate. He got it as a replacement should anything happen to the one he had, but maybe it can be nice if both had it? Well... he didnt wanna overthink it. She was probably gonna hate it. But... it was a peace offering. He decided to go.
He got dressed and went out, he looked at the time and went to the florist, to buy one rose, it was just like when they were on a date. He also asked the florist to wrap up his gift and also use a red ribbon on it. He then paid for it and then drove off to Narcissa's place. It was getting late, but he needed to arrive. Eventually when he did and he left both items infront of her door. A music box that played a certain melody accompanied by a red rose that would tell her who gave her the gift. He gave a light knock and quickly left. He didnt wanna watch what happens. She could ignore it. Call him out to come and not hide or throw a gift away. He didnt wanna stick around for any scenario. Instead he went home. He got home just on time as soon it started to lightly rain. He turned off the lights and turned on a candle and walked over to the window. He once again wounded the music box he did earlier today and just watched the dark and rainy streets through the window. He wondered if she would call him. Well, he doubted she would. On one hand he was terrified of her call. He wasnt ready to face her yet. But he needed to for sake of work. He didnt want to think about it though. Instead try and envision his future. What does he want? What are his interests? Well... mabybe he can settle down and be a farmer? Farm some potatoes or something. Or maybe he can take it to the seas and do some naval crimes. Who knows. But he was sure of one thing, whatever he envisioned probably was not going to happen for a long time. And even then, he wasnt sure if thats what he wanted out of life. What does he want and why does he feel this way? Why?
He thought what if he parts with one of these? Well he can with one actually... and one came to his mind. It was perfect, it had the right tune, the right emotion to convey. It can be like a final gift, a goodbye, a peace offering. He wondered what would she think. But he wasnt gonna stick to find out. He look between the items and eventually found the ornate music box. It was a duplicate. He got it as a replacement should anything happen to the one he had, but maybe it can be nice if both had it? Well... he didnt wanna overthink it. She was probably gonna hate it. But... it was a peace offering. He decided to go.
He got dressed and went out, he looked at the time and went to the florist, to buy one rose, it was just like when they were on a date. He also asked the florist to wrap up his gift and also use a red ribbon on it. He then paid for it and then drove off to Narcissa's place. It was getting late, but he needed to arrive. Eventually when he did and he left both items infront of her door. A music box that played a certain melody accompanied by a red rose that would tell her who gave her the gift. He gave a light knock and quickly left. He didnt wanna watch what happens. She could ignore it. Call him out to come and not hide or throw a gift away. He didnt wanna stick around for any scenario. Instead he went home. He got home just on time as soon it started to lightly rain. He turned off the lights and turned on a candle and walked over to the window. He once again wounded the music box he did earlier today and just watched the dark and rainy streets through the window. He wondered if she would call him. Well, he doubted she would. On one hand he was terrified of her call. He wasnt ready to face her yet. But he needed to for sake of work. He didnt want to think about it though. Instead try and envision his future. What does he want? What are his interests? Well... mabybe he can settle down and be a farmer? Farm some potatoes or something. Or maybe he can take it to the seas and do some naval crimes. Who knows. But he was sure of one thing, whatever he envisioned probably was not going to happen for a long time. And even then, he wasnt sure if thats what he wanted out of life. What does he want and why does he feel this way? Why?
