“Some day, some time you’ll see this P Ray. Ill see you then and the expression that you would bear on your face. This is you in your Garden, I know you still just being my silly repeatative self. I hope you don‘t mind".
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These were the thoughts in his mind as he held up the picture he had just painted of the girl who controlled his world-his breathing, his walking, his creativity, his hands, head, everything. This is the kind I would term as “insanely in love“.
He was and nothing in the world could change it. He would wait till the end of the world itself. His world that is. These two people were similar yet not similar.
Happy but not content. They were not made for each other. But he would change their fate. He knew he could keep her happy, only he and not another person.
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He woke up , stretched and looked into the mirror.
“Good Morning. How did you sleep?..oh you too? Girl troubles? Mine is a girl not; trouble. He- he- e ..see you soon ,mom’s calling”, and saying this he did his dashed into the bathroom, took a shower ,brushed and did his dressing.
“Good morning my handsome boy!”, said Mrs. Reels.
“Good morning mom, I will go get the vegetables now, do you want fish too?”, asked Arnie.
That’s his nickname by the way..Arnie…
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Arnicholas Othelio Reels. Only son/child of Mr. Thomas James Reels and Mrs. Brenda Rose Reels .He is 17 , a gift from the Gods to his parents, Mogre’s second cousin a charming boy but an introvert. He did not like mixing with the others in Gumerlee.
His parents were otherwise, but not once had they forced Arnie to socialize.
On the weekends when there where “get-togethers” he’d make it to come for a while,
Smile at everyone, the general formalities, stay for a while then retire to his room.
He wasn’t this way as a child, it happened after they moved to Gumerlee.
He was five then. His Grandmother passed away. It shattered him horribly.
“How could have God have done this? I prayed to him every Sunday mom, I never missed the mass at church? I was a good boy right mom?”, said the sobbing 5 year old to his mother.. He could never forget that day when his Grumma left him.
It was only because of her toil that her two sons could make a living.
Grumma and her treats, her stories, her wisdom, her love, that caring soul who guided her dearest Arnie, that hand was gone , she let go early and he could not reconcile to her loss even 12 years later.
His parents thought it would make a difference to move into the island with the nine other families. It did , the bud of love for someone did sprout, it was growing, but his parents didn’t know.
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These were the thoughts in his mind as he held up the picture he had just painted of the girl who controlled his world-his breathing, his walking, his creativity, his hands, head, everything. This is the kind I would term as “insanely in love“.
He was and nothing in the world could change it. He would wait till the end of the world itself. His world that is. These two people were similar yet not similar.
Happy but not content. They were not made for each other. But he would change their fate. He knew he could keep her happy, only he and not another person.
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He woke up , stretched and looked into the mirror.
“Good Morning. How did you sleep?..oh you too? Girl troubles? Mine is a girl not; trouble. He- he- e ..see you soon ,mom’s calling”, and saying this he did his dashed into the bathroom, took a shower ,brushed and did his dressing.
“Good morning my handsome boy!”, said Mrs. Reels.
“Good morning mom, I will go get the vegetables now, do you want fish too?”, asked Arnie.
That’s his nickname by the way..Arnie…
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Arnicholas Othelio Reels. Only son/child of Mr. Thomas James Reels and Mrs. Brenda Rose Reels .He is 17 , a gift from the Gods to his parents, Mogre’s second cousin a charming boy but an introvert. He did not like mixing with the others in Gumerlee.
His parents were otherwise, but not once had they forced Arnie to socialize.
On the weekends when there where “get-togethers” he’d make it to come for a while,
Smile at everyone, the general formalities, stay for a while then retire to his room.
He wasn’t this way as a child, it happened after they moved to Gumerlee.
He was five then. His Grandmother passed away. It shattered him horribly.
“How could have God have done this? I prayed to him every Sunday mom, I never missed the mass at church? I was a good boy right mom?”, said the sobbing 5 year old to his mother.. He could never forget that day when his Grumma left him.
It was only because of her toil that her two sons could make a living.
Grumma and her treats, her stories, her wisdom, her love, that caring soul who guided her dearest Arnie, that hand was gone , she let go early and he could not reconcile to her loss even 12 years later.
His parents thought it would make a difference to move into the island with the nine other families. It did , the bud of love for someone did sprout, it was growing, but his parents didn’t know.
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