Hey guys!

This is my FIRST post, so don't be hard on me.
This blog is about me posting some short stories taht I've written. Some of them are happier some are pretty depressing.
Here's one of my all time favorites, I actually worked hard with this one, hope it shows. There is artwork coming for this at some point and when I get it you will be the first ones to see.
So here's In the Diner

The street hasn’t changed one bit. There is still the old billboard saying you should by fast noodles that haven’t been made for ten years. Still the same old man is trying to find something to eat from the garbage bin of the diner I am going to.

                      The diner is old and not as glamorous as it used to be. I met my wife for the first time in that diner. It was in June 1999. She was working there as a waitress and I was delivering news papers. I took a seat in the corner where I always sat. She came to me and asked what would I like to drink, but I couldn’t say anything. I just watched her. Her hair was like silk, her eyes were like diamonds, her mouth was perfect for kissing, and her body was like it was made by all gods there are.

                      She asked me again and this time I got words out of my mouth, bubbling off my lips, but they weren’t answering the question. They said: “You are the most perfect piece of art in the whole universe.” After they came out she slapped me and poured hot coffee on my pants. At that point I started running and I ran all the way to my house on the other side of the town.

                      I didn’t see her after that until the school started. I was late on the first day and the only free seat was next to girl who had brown hair and perfect posture. I said I’m sorry for being late and the teacher said that this would be my first and last time I was late. I sat next to the girl and when I turned to say hi to her it happened again. Words didn’t come out, but this time I didn’t even try to say anything. After school I put myself together and went to talk to her: “Why did you slap me?” “Because every time I’ve heard the words you said someone has tried to get into my pants”, she answered.

                      That year I got to know her better and the more I spent time with her, the bigger my love to her grew. After that year she left to university to the other side of the country and I stayed in my hometown because I had gotten a job from the butcher.

                      For three years I thought about her every night before I fell asleep. On April 12^th 2004 I saw her eating in the diner I met her for the first time. I had just gotten my salary of the month and I ran to a jewellery shop down the street and picked the most expensive ring I could afford. With the ring I ran back to the diner and she was just about to pay when I got in. When she noticed me she just froze. We just looked at each other for almost ten seconds and then I remembered what I was doing and kneeled in front of her and asked: “Will you be my wife?” After the longest minute in my life she opened her mouth: “Yes, most definitely!”

                      So that is how she became my wife. But now when the cold wind blows through my bones I really feel like I am getting old. I just wish I could get old with her. For eight years she was there when I needed her, for eight years she loved me and I loved her back, for eight years we were happy, we were healthy, and we were perfect, for eight years my life was complete, but it all was gone in one short moment.

                      I have changed nothing in our house although she is now living somewhere far away probably with someone else. The phone is still next to the window and every time it rings it scares the shit out of me. Last time I answered there was a doctor on the phone, telling my love was never coming back home. Her immune system had shut down and she got cold from someone in the hospital.

                      I’m not looking for answers to life and death, but dear God why did you choose her!? She was the only thing that held my life together and made me happy. When I heard she was gone I realized that in my life dark clouds eclipsed and the sun wouldn’t shine again.

                      The train is coming. I’m on the station waiting for it to take me away. I could see the train and I was ready to get away from this place that reminded me of Ann’s sad and cold fate. When it was almost on the spot I closed my eyes and took one big step. I was going to meet Ann once again.