A Summer Day in 1989
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Author's Note: Thanks to all my friends, readers, and watchers. You guys are awesome! This story is going to be much sadder than I normally write. It will also be the first time that I'm writing a story in first-person POV and without the emperors/empresses. Hope you all enjoy.
A Summer Day in 1989
I was lying on my bed, when I looked over to my left and noticed that my boyfriend was already up and out of bed. A strange feeling came over me, like I forgot something important. I wasn't sure what it was, so I shrugged it off. I looked at the time on my clock radio with built-in cassette player: 9:00 AM, the usual time I woke up on Saturdays. Wait, it's...Saturday? That means my boyfriend and I will have all day to kiss and cuddle. As I got out of bed, I glanced at the calendar hanging up on our bedroom wall. It was August 5, 1989. I then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I came out, I made my way over to the kitchen, where I knew my love would be. Just as I thought there he was, making breakfast as usual while singing along to some Bon Jovi song that was playing on our radio. I then got that weird feeling again, but once again I dismissed it. I just looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his and said, "good morning my handsome wolf."
"Good morning to you too, you adorable fox", my handsome light grey wolf said to me.
We were two guys, both gay, and we have been together for about two years now. I loved Tim with all my heart.
"What are you making", I ask
"French toast", Tim replied
I gave him a kiss on the cheek before going over to the coffee maker to make my morning cup of coffee. After I did that, I sat down at the table and waited for breakfast. When it finally arrived, I practically inhaled it because I was so hungry.
"Foxy was hungry, wasn't he", Tim said teasingly
"Yep", I replied
After he finished eating, we lied down on the couch and cuddled. I loved the feeling of his soft, warm fur.
"I love you", Tim said
"I love you too", I replied
Then that feeling came up again, only this time it felt more intense and it was harder to ignore.
"Something wrong foxy", Tim said
"No, I'm fine", I replied, even though I didn't feel anywhere near fine. What was I forgetting? I don't know; all I know is that I just want to stay here with my love.
"I want to be with you for the rest of my life", he said
Then that strange feeling became stronger and then...I woke up. It had all been a dream. I looked to my left and noticed there were no pillows on that side and the bed sheet hadn't been lifted up. I looked at my watch since I no longer had the clock radio and then the calendar on the bedroom wall: it was a Saturday in August at 9 AM, but it wasn't 1989, it was 2015. I let out a loud sigh and got ready for the day. When I walked into the kitchen, no one was there. I didn't feel like cooking so I just ate a couple of pop tarts instead. I didn't feel like having coffee either so I just poured some tap water into a paper cup. I wish 2015 was a dream, but it was not. I pinched myself, hoping to wake up sometime between 1987 and 2014 in my boyfriend's arms, but to no avail. I miss him so much. I've read online that one day I'll feel better and the pain will lessen, but today is not that day. I didn't feel like doing anything. Not in the fun, lazy day way, but in a much darker way. I...didn't want to live anymore. I can't believe I just said that, but it's true. I lost touch with my family and my old friends from back in the day, no one talks to me at work, and the only fur that I will ever love is dead. I want to be with him so badly some days that I think about ending my life so I can see him in the spirit world. I've managed to stop myself for the past year, but I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I lied down on the old couch, thinking about him. Then I started crying. I would give anything to hold him and to be held by him again. Then a thought occurred to me. I remembered seeing the kitchen knives on the way to the pantry. They were nice and sharp last time I checked. Perfect for what I wanted to do. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I pointed the blade towards my chest and was about to stab myself when I heard the sound of glass breaking. I put down the knife and looked around the house to see what it was. Then I saw it, a mirror in the dining area had been smashed. Tim always hated that mirror, but I was too lazy to get rid of it.
"Show yourself", I shouted, hoping to bring the vandal who did this out of hiding. I looked all around the apartment, searching for the culprit. Then I realized that no one else was here but me. I then went back to the kitchen and put the knife back into position. I was about to end my life when I heard what sounded like typing. I went over to my computer and noticed that Microsoft Word was open and on the document page it said: "Please don't!"
I gasped. "Is this some kind of prank because if it is, it's not funny", I shouted. Then the typing started again. I could hear the click of the keys, but I saw no hands on them. Then I looked back up and saw another message: "Don't kill yourself! I love you and I don't want you to throw your life away!"
"T-Tim", I said nervously, on the verge of tears.
Then the typing starts again. The next message says: "Yes, it's me honey. I came back to this world to stop you from taking your life."
"I miss you. Why can't you be in this world all the time", I said and at that point I started crying again.
"I know. I wish I could stay with you but I can't. I was only allowed to come here because the circumstances were extreme. I miss you so much too", his next message said.
"I wish I could hold you", I said, still crying
"Me too", he typed back
"I wanted to see you again, that's why I tried to do it", I said
"Don't do it! I want you to live! Life isn't over just because I'm not here", he said
"It is to me", I shouted
"No it's not! I want you to be happy", he messaged back
"But how can I be if you're not here", I asked
"You will be. It just takes time", he messaged back
"Everyone says that", I responded
He didn't respond to that. I guess I stumped him. I decided not to kill myself. I don't want him to be mad at me when I see him on the other side. I was rather shaken by the recent events, so I decided to lie down on the couch. I unintentionally fell asleep and had another lucid dream, or maybe it was something else? Maybe it was a vision or something like that. Whatever it was, it felt so real. I was in a black room, with no one else around, or at least I thought no one else was there. Then I heard footsteps. Maybe death was coming to take me to my beloved? But it was not death. Instead it was Tim, looking as handsome as ever.
"It's going to be okay Vinny", he said, calling me by my nickname.
"No it's not", I said
"You'll survive. We'll see each other again, but not because you decided to kill yourself. Promise", he said in a firm voice.
"Okay I promise", I said
Then he hugged me and kissed me passionately on the lips before fading away. Then the black room faded away and I woke up. I checked the time and date and it was still a Saturday in August 2015. It's not going to be easy, but I will live. I keep my promises.