Over the Eclipse (short story)

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  • Published: 11 Apr 2017
  • Updated: 11 Apr 2017
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Kohl has been alone since two. He raised himself even though his father was still present. Kohl's life flipped upside down in high school after following the footsteps of his drunken father. Luna was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia at the age of eighteen and has been institutionalized ever since, but only recently was released. When Kohl is asked to speak about his painful childhood to a mental facility he winds up at the same place that Luna stayed at. Ever since their first coffee date, their relationship has been growing stronger than ever, but how long can their love distract them from their harsh past? This story provokes the message of loving somebody despite their flaws.

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3. two

I was about to start speaking until I saw her. Her eyes, a soft hazel color. They poured into mine even from the back of the room. Suddenly it only became her in the room with me; she calmed my nerves. I began speaking about my painful past, eventually becoming comfortable with it. I watched as she listened to every single word I said. At the end of my story everybody left, but her. I never felt so nervous about a girl in my life. She introduced herself as Luna, and I introduced myself as Kohl. She told me my story was inspiring and that she was amazed at how I overcame such an atrocious past. I asked her if she lives in the ward here, and she told me that she used to and she would love to tell me about it someday over coffee.

 

That day we sat at a table for two asking each other personal questions and sharing our stories. From what I have learned, Luna was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia at the age of eighteen. She told me that living with this illness is the biggest struggle and at that moment I desperately wanted to help her through it and erase it from her pure mind. She opened up to be about her hallucinations, the voices and even how she almost committed suicide. I clutched her hand in mine soothingly rubbing my thumb over the top.

 

“When I was diagnosed,” Luna said to me. “I put the pieces together, and it made complete sense. I could not understand why I was the only one seeing things. I felt so alone, which is ironic since I constantly had voices yelling at me in my head.” I noticed when she started to go further into detail that she could not talk about it without tearing up. I remember my heart aching as I listened intensely to every word that slipped off her tongue.

 

Hours went by, people came in and left, but we stayed in the same seats until a worker informed us that the store was closing. I drove Luna back to her home and walked her to her door just like they do in the movies I used to watch. I stood there on her doorstep with her hands in mine as I recited my feelings to her. I told her how today was the most fun I have had in years, and that I deeply want to see her again and again until she gets sick of me. Her sweet smile was the only thing I focused on before slowly leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. My stomach dropped, and my heart fluttered at the feeling of our connection. I did not know what I was doing; I still did not know if I was ready for a relationship, but I knew I could not let her go. She feels like home to me.

 

Dates after dates I took her to my favorite places that I used to go to as a kid with my father. We dated like a real couple. It was all so new to me, but she showed me things my dad could not. She taught me how to treat a real girl, but I learned to treat her like my princess. Soon enough our relationship progressed, and she became the most important thing in my life. We moved in together in her house after I sold mine; there were too many memories I wanted to leave behind.

 

Luna and I spent every second together for years. She helped me through my depression, and I helped her when the voices came back. We went to meetings together and kept each other on the wagon. On a Sunday afternoon we went grocery shopping together at a far away store, and for the first time in twenty-five years, I saw my mother. That night I sat in Luna’s arms crying for 3 hours straight. Without her being there I would never have gotten through that day.

 

On Luna’s twenty-eighth birthday I asked her to marry me. I took her to where we had our first date right outside the coffee shop, and I got down on a knee and told her that I would be nowhere without her. That I would still be a drunken mess trying to fix myself. She was the only person who I could trust in this whole world, and so I asked her to do me the biggest pleasure of all and marry me. She said yes.

 

 

 

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