by Nobo13
We spoke until lunch was over. Neither of us had eaten. And like that she came again, she came every lunch and we chatted. All the while, I was completely absorbed within her.
“Hey,” I asked one day, “Why are you telling me all this?”
“Ah,” Jessica paused, “I liked him. I liked him a lot. I thought you could understand that as well. Also, you’re a lot alike, the two of you, it’s like he’s here with us”
For a moment I was stunned. At last I smiled, I smiled from the very bottom of my heart while holding back my tears. That was enough right? That was all I needed to show you right? To show everyone.
Your story wasn’t as elaborate as having dragons and genies, it wasn’t epic like the start of the world and stars, it wasn’t about having to go back or living forever. Our meeting had given birth to this very moment.
The reason for your life. And the reason for your death. I’ve found it. Your story was a simple one. All you ever wanted was to smile with someone, to cry with someone. Just like me.
“Hey,” I said to her, “Have you heard about parallel worlds? It’s like finding someone you know in another, actually, there are these fragments you see…”
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I entered the living room and looked around. I was invited to Jessica’s house for dinner. We had become best friends in the time we spent together. Recently her cat had given birth to kittens, and now they were 8 weeks old, she was selling them. She told me that I could have one for free so that’s why I came over.
I saw a single black kitten on it’s own. It sat on the windowsill looking out to the world.
“Ah, that’s the professor,” Jessica told me, “He’s a lot smarter than all the other kittens, he also acts like he knows what we’re talking about”
“Is that so… could it be?”
As I came over it jumped and came to my side. It stared deep into my eyes before I could a song playing in my heart. A song I knew from before my birth. Tiny fragments in the river of the cosmos all came together to say hello. And with that I smiled with him again.
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About the author
“Parallel worlds and souls, genies and dragons, if it was all possible then there wouldn’t be a need for stories. In the end, every story isn’t about what they’re written about, all stories are simple desires: to smile with someone and to cry with someone.
Btw, the pink door time machine is a reference to a song I like”
For those who are tragically obsessed, Nobo13 was born 1987 in Cambridgeshire. He spent four years doing a Physics degree but spend most of the time doodling and writing. Currently he is training to be a Science Teacher.
Nobo13’s pen name is derived from using his surname, just look above! His more unusual hobbies are collecting headphones, staring aimlessly out the window (which consumes much of his time) and messing about with musical instruments- at the moment these are ocarinas and ukuleles.
Please check out my website and my other works, thanks for reading!
More from this author
I currently have a poetry book, two short story books- that only use 50 words in each story, and a children’s sci-fi book that are available from the following links:
Half a Century Alone:
The Monsoon Season:
The Other Half:
The Man in the Desert:
Lost in the Painting:
Fixing Broken Promises:
Finding Words for Love:
You can also search ‘nobo13’ in the iBooks store!
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My website: https://www.wix.com/pmasterkim2002/nobo13
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