Let it burn

I loved her. She was the one I lived for…and she was ripped away from my arms. Along with her, they took away the air from my lungs; they took away the stars I used to gaze at, shining brightly in the night sky. Every night I’d lay in the cold empty bed, remembering the warmth of her body, the scent of her delicate skin. She was such a gorgeous person, and now she was rotting 20 meters underground, forgotten by her loved ones, left to be eaten by worms and other such creepy crawlies..

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1. The trip

I loved her. She was the one I lived for……and she was ripped away from my arms.
Along with her, they took away the air from my lungs; they took away the stars I used to gaze at, shining brightly in the night sky.
Every night I’d lay in the cold empty bed, remembering the warmth of her body, the scent of her delicate skin.
She was such a gorgeous person, and now she was rotting 20 meters underground, forgotten by her loved ones, left to be eaten by worms and other such creepy crawlies..

When I graduated from the University at Coventry, I already knew what I wanted to do. And that was to travel the world, explore new territories and discover new horizons. So I left my home right away. I moved to London where I got a job at one of the best tourist magazines – my job was to evaluate countries on various components, thus helping people decide on their tourist destinations. I travelled a lot. I had visited many places, from Portugal to New Zealand, and now I was given the task to write a review about a small country named Bulgaria. When I first looked at that tiny dot on the large map I had on the wall at my office, the first thing I thought about it was “What would be interesting about that place?!”
I purchased my tickets, packed my bags and went to bed. After all, I had to get up quite early for my flight.
The day after..
I got up at 4am. This is the only part about my job I really loathed – having to get up so damn early! I brushed my teeth, put my clothes on and checked my suitcase one last time before leaving. At about 4:25am I arrived at the Heathrow airport. My flight was scheduled for 5:30, which meant I had to wait for 55 minutes. So I took ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire’ out of my bag and started reading.. I may have been 23, but I was still really into childish fantasies.  
I had just gotten to one of the really good parts when I heard a female voice: “All passengers for flight LB411 on terminal 1”. So I put the book back in my bag, prepared my passport and boarding pass and went off to the terminal. I had to go through security check which I really wasn’t looking forward to, since it usually takes way too long.. I wanted to arrive as quickly as possible in order to get some sleep. When everything got settled I started digging a hole through my bag, in search of my I-Pod.
‘Have a delightful flight, Mr. Carter.’ -a female voice said
‘Thank you.’ –I replied and headed to the airplane.
I took my seat, right by the window, plugged my headphones in, playing ‘Awake and alive’ by Skillet, and got back to reading about Harry’s adventures. Time seemed to pass very slowly. I wasn’t sure when I had fallen asleep but at one point I felt a slight nudge on the shoulder:
‘Sir, I’m sorry to bother you but I need to inform you that we’re landing on Sofia Airport in 15 minutes.’ –a stewardess said, almost in a whisper.
I looked around with a tired expression. I needed a few minutes to get my head straight. Once that had happened, I put the I-Pod and the book away and got ready to get off. And a few minutes later the plane landed. I carried my luggage towards the exit where I was greeted by a man, holding a sign with my name on it - ‘Oliver James Carter’.
‘Welcome to Sofia, Mr. Carter. How was your flight?’-he asked with a really bad accent
‘It was good, thank you…’
‘….Alexander, Sir!’-said the man and smiled widely- ‘Let’s get going!’
We got into a big black SUV and headed the hotel. To be honest, when I arrived, I thought I’d wound up somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I was surprised to see a very vibrant, lively city. My thoughts were interrupted by Alexander’s awful accent.
‘Mr. Carter.. I was told to give you this when you arrive.’ –he handed me a white envelope, whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road.
The envelope was of unusual size. It contained a letter from Kate, my boss, with my schedule for the month I was going to spend in Bulgaria. There was names of towns, half of which I couldn’t even pronounce, hotels, routes, names of people I was going to be working with and a big road map of the country. ‘Handy!’- I thought to myself while putting the envelope in my bag. The car stopped.
‘We have arrived, Sir.’-Alexander said.
I started looking around.
The moment I had stepped on Bulgarian land my adventure had begun. No one would ever expect someone like me could find love in a place like this, not even I…..

 

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