HISstory: The Prologue

Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Boy is allowed to live happily ever after. This is the timeline given to us in poorly written Hollywood drama. But every once in a while, the story changes. Boy doesn’t fall for girl, sometimes girl falls for boy. And what if Boy isn’t allowed a happy ending? What if Boy suffers because of girl? This is a story that Hollywood wouldn’t touch, but in the minds of two people, it is the most important story they will ever have.

He was the epitome of infinite sadness. His heart had been crushed by so many, and it got so far that the romance he held onto so dearly was slipping from his grasp, and the thought of leaving it behind scared him. Little did he know that someone would be there to pick it up for him, and hold it out in loving arms, ready to share it’s glory. She was the one. She found his heart, all alone, and gave it back to him, reminding him of those sweet whispers it had of romance and true love. And he could only watch her from a distance because of the truth.

The truth was that they were in love, but circumstances stopped them from admitting how they felt, or giving into the suggestions of both their hearts. So there were many conversations about books, and movies, and games. Not a single word of their feelings for each other. They just ignored their hearts and let them gather dust in a corner. But one late night, when a heart gripped with fear called out, he answered. Regardless of what the situation demanded, he raced to her, and wanted nothing more than to ease her worries. To distract her from her pain. And he did so happily, grateful he could show his feelings at least for a little while. But when it came time to put their hearts back, they realized they had the others. Even though he was scared that his fragile heart would be broken again, something inside him told him he could trust her with it. And so he did. He left his heart with her and held onto hers tightly, never wanting to lose it, or leave it alone.

One day, his mind was heavy with thoughts, and the only one there to liberate him of their burden was her. She listened, and never once tried to escape the torrent of thoughts. She remained, and when his head was empty, she reached out, and took his mask away, awaiting the rest. The things no one else would dare face. And all that awaited her was his love. He loved her, and told her so, holding her heart, still pristine and unblemished. And she loved him, and held out his heart, fixed from the many times it had been carelessly dropped in the past. That is where it all began for them. With a simple gesture. And it is from here where it will continue.