Us Against The World

Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely, I'll follow you. When the stars go blue. <3


1. Us Against The World


Do you remember me? Remember the times we shared together? The way you used to steal kisses from me?

It has been sixty years. Sixty years without you. You would’ve expected me to move on but I didn’t. I simply couldn’t. You weren’t my first love but surely were my last. Every moment we shared together has a special place in my heart. I still cherish them. We were young and free. No one was there to question us. Our love was strong and true.

You might be wondering why didn’t I just move on and loved somebody else. Well, I couldn’t. I loved you more than anything else in the whole wide world and you returned the love. I knew that we were meant to be.

Why did you go away John? Why did you leave me? As soon as you left, your ‘best friend’ and my closest friend George asked me out. I was fragile and I needed comfort. He tricked me and soon we were going out. I swear I didn’t want it to happen. Turns out, George was after me the whole time. He just wanted you to leave somehow so that he could steal me from you. He tricked us John. Our closest friend tricked us, fooled you.

After a few years he somehow convinced my gullible parents that he was the one and that we should get married. I didn’t have a say in the whole thing. Mom and dad made me marry him. Soon, we were fighting. All we ever did was fight. Then after a few years I ran away. I escaped from all that misery but I was still fragile. I never expected you to leave that way.

I didn’t keep any contact with anyone. I changed myself, started doing drugs. But I realized you wouldn’t want me to do all of that. So, I had to stop.

John, why did you leave without even saying a single word? Not even a goodbye? I was mad at you but after sometime the anger faded away. I tried looking for you during my middle ages but couldn’t seem to find you.

I have been alone for the past sixty years and life has been very hard on me. I don’t know when my parents died or what happened to George or even how our friends were. I had been really selfish.

When I left, I took all of the paintings you made with me and now they are hanging loosely down the white walls. I’m just in a plain, blue gown and I’m lying here in the hospital bed. They say that I’m paralyzed and that I had a cardiac arrest. I don’t how it happened. I went for a walk and the next thing I remember is that I’m in the hospital.

I can hear them talk but I can’t move any part of my body. I just lie here with my eyes wide open, looking at your paintings.

I still remember that day when we had our fight. You said that we needed to sell our paintings or we won’t have any money left.


“Come on Elisa! At least paint something!” You shouted at me.

“Can’t you see I’m trying?!” I shouted back. I had always been the rude one.

“Well then try harder! You don’t want us to starve, do you?!” We were now shouting at each other.

I was utterly pissed and I did the unexpected. I took a can of spray paint and sprayed all over your painting. It was completely ruined.

Your face was becoming red with anger. You didn’t do anything. You just glared at me, picked up your stuff and rushed out of the door. You didn’t say a single word to me and within seconds you were gone.


I didn’t know what to do. I hated myself for doing what I did. The guilt was doing a good job taking over me. I waited for a few days and there was no sign of you. The thought of you leaving town did cross my mind but I shrugged it off thinking that you were just mad at me. I didn’t have the courage to go to your place to ask about you. I chickened out every time.

I had no idea what was in store for me the next day.

The next morning there were a few knocks on my door. I quickly got up and opened the door to see two police officers standing there. To say I was confused will be an understatement. I was shocked, anxious and I didn’t know what was wrong.

“Ma’am did you know Mr. John West?” One of the two asked me.

“Yes?” I said but that came out more like a question.

 “We’re very sorry to say that Mr. John met with an accident and he didn’t survive the impact. We found this piece of frill probably of a lady’s dress so we figured that it might be yours.” The second officer said while handing me a pink frill.

That was of my prom dress.

The one you bought me.

That’s when I crumbled. I started shouting and crying hysterically. You could say I was broken and I was really mad you for leaving me like this.


That was the hardest part of my life John. When I came to know that I lost you. I’m sorry. It was my entire fault. Everything happened because I decided not to listen to you and fight with you. I should’ve told you what you meant to me.

I’m sorry. You were only 17 and I cost you your whole life.

I wish I could go back in time and reverse everything that happened. Maybe you would’ve been here with me, if that didn’t happen.

I miss you John. I miss you a lot.

I’m hearing the beeps around me go haywire. Maybe I’m dying too. I’m really happy. Finally I can be with you. The nurses and doctors are doing everything to save me but I don’t want them to do that.

I’m seeing a bright light now. There you are, still young and handsome standing there with a reminiscent smile on your face. You are hold out your hand and I gladly take it. Finally we can be together. After sixty long years of guilt and misery, I can finally get you back.

The beeps are calm now. I am calm too. It’s you and me now John. You and me.


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