How can four years mean so little to someone. To Alec, those four years were ones of happiness, and love. When he met her, he knew that she was the only person he could love. Her eyes of pure azure of a Summer day; her smile and laugh that could make Alec feel like the world was halfway decent; her hair that was like god-woven silk that always adorably never stayed the way she wanted it earning her the nick-name "Friz-abel"; and her name that made Alec's heart skip a beat every time.
He sat on the park bench, watching her burgundy Ford drive away, wherein lie her already packed bags. He whispered her name; "Isabel" himself. He could barely choke out the last syllable before his eyes were assaulted by tears and his mind filled with her voice telling him that she was leaving. She told him not to say anything and he obeyed because he saw in those beautiful eyes that there was no way to change her mind. He knew that no matter how desperate his plea or how heavy his heart, she would leave all the same.
He tried to fight the tears and sadness. He never cried in public. He got up and walked slowly to his own car where he couldn't even start the engine before a flood of tears and emotion came with such force that he was not at all prepared to keep it at bay. And rightly so.
He had only minutes before just had his heart ripped from his chest and spat upon. He stood idly by and said nothing as Isabel walked away from him...
He was a broken man for weeks afterwards. In anger he trashed his home, intentionally throwing a picture of Isabel at a clock she had given him on their first Christmas together, and it then lie on the wall useless and imobile. He lost his job for being physically incapable of leaving his house for days; The city was filled with endless memories of him and Isabel. He had panic attacks where he could hardly breath on numerous occasions. His dreams were filled with her face, her voice, her touch. But when he opened his eyes, the agony of reality hit him and he was once more reduced to tears. For a month and a half he was like this; a half of a whole, and a fish out of water. But one day he got a call from his landlady of late rent, and a warning of eviction.
It was a day later when the reality of the problem hit him. He had not had a positive transaction in his bank account since the break-up and his money was running dangerously low. He needed to get his head back into the world and out of the storm-clouds.
After days of searching he found a job, not a good one but a job. Weeks later, he went on his first date since his break up. she was nice and pretty but not for him. He moved on. A month after that, he got a better job at a Newspaper as an assistant. Later, more girls, and a promotion and he had the clock that he had broken repaired. He had finally picked up the pieces of his life and had a steady relationship a year and a half after his break up with Isabel. He had all but pushed her from his mind.
One day, Two years after his break up, he got a knock at his door. The Alec answered it, tired after a hard days work. What hit him first were her familiar blue eyes, then the hair, then the smile. Isabel appeared in his life again. After several seconds of silence, her arms were suddenly around his neck, and her lips against his.
All of the sadness and anger from two years before vanished in that instant. Then returned a second later when he broke the contact and gently pushed her away. He had nothing to say, and neither did she. She walked out of the door without a word. Before she left, Alec caught a glimpse of a shining tear on her cheek. But still said nothing. The door closed with a soft click and he did not rush out after her, or call her name.
He only whispered it to himself, but his heart continued a steady beat, steady as the clock above the door...
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