Love Someday

Chapter 1:

Early in the 1960's people were pretty much living a lifestyle that we would beg for. From the scenery to the climate, being self-effacing to ridiculously happy, one was very placid . It was almost the end of the fall. The roads filled with now dried leaves, dark sky trying to push its way to commence the winter. The cold cloud decides to bomb its possession all at once with the loudest thunder crying to begin the white goddess. It was only natural for the people then to obscure themselves from the harsh wind until the cold ended. With feet disappearing under the white carpet laid by the snow, children were found feeling ecstatic about Santa and adults with worries to cosplay santa. Amidst all of these going around in the outside world, there is someone who barely left his house . The man never leaves his habitat unless or until he needs urgent services for him,the stash of groceries in his house is piled to the floor level. His three storeyed building was unkempt , crotons and plants growing through the walls,portraying the majestic building to be haunted. The unsightly building is hidden away from the heart of the city. The once dream house dried down to a measly hidden mysterious house .

Dave , a well known lawyer owning a firm of his own ,hasn't set his foot out of his makeshift hideout since the beginning of the autumn. Maybe it's the fault of the wind. The man was handsome , educated, with a charming smile and eloquent speech. There is little to no one who didn't fall for his eyes and smile. But , this autumn, Dave sat in his office typing away the history of the cases he will be handling the coming summer. He hasn't slept for days in a row to complete his work. The firm was doing just fine ,thanks to his hard work.

"and.....the case closed." he typed in the last words for the case and left a heavy sigh creating a huge fog over his head intimating that the climate has hit the ultimate level of coldness. Being alone for so long he is now used to the silence he was presented with after his tedious work. He never once complained about it, he soothes himself saying he built his own empire and that he is all well. He was satisfied with the way he lives. His routine is scarily the same. Since his young age, he worked hard and he was independent from the get go.

He left his table with the thought of resting for a day . Of course it i disturbed by the phone ringing, alarming him out of his seat . He tiredly waltzed downstairs to be given the information from his secretary about the heavy snowfall and the declaration to stay home till another announcement. With a sigh escaping yet again , he shrugs as it's nothing new to him,being alone. He headed to make himself an early supper of a simple soup to warm himself, a stray tear rolled down almost making his soup salty more than it is. The pang of pain in his chest is there again. The strong facade he put up for himself has become normal to make it hard to distinguish from his real self.

The charming man of the town is a player, no girl in the town has left untouched with his sweet talk and smile. He isn't any vulgar or cheap, rather it was the only way he felt alive . Being with unknown women and men was a getaway from reality. 1960's were the period when same sex love was still a sin . He couldn't bother, though he loved women he liked boys . Maybe it's his dirty secret.

Now, the story isn't about him being a skirt chaser nor about his free pass as a hot shot in town. it's rather the story of a man who is broken and kept in pieces to breathe just fine.

Meanwhile in the other part of the town, a young man with a decent lifestyle betrothed with a fairly pretty woman in the town, was moving along with his fiance to a nearby coffee shop.

"How do you like this shop, my dear?" asked rosaline.

"It's just as you thought" flashing a small smile with just his lips .

Rosaline isn't ignorant enough to not notice her man being distant with her. The guy has always been the same, showing little to no interest , commenting rarely when asked. At first he was thought to be a shy person who doesn't talk a lot. The betrothal wasn't out of love but for business collaboration . Arranged marriages were at its peak .People fought to stay in the top position.

"Axel, can you see me?" asked the girl. with stoic eyes flew a reply ,

"oh yes.it's nice.". Rosaline frowned with the hurried answer. She never once asked about her fiance's behaviour but the guy has never complimented her about her . What more could there be for a girl than to get praised by her man.

Feeling lost, Axel replied with a small tilt of his head ,lips pursed. Rosaline felt defeated for the first time and stomped her way out of the shop. Lazily, Axel followed her to keep his manners.

Axel, the young man, worked as a tutor for students who would like to pursue education in law and language. He was bright,innocent,soft, respected women, gentle and most importantly never rude. The guy had a simple lifestyle. Growing up with his small family , moving out when of age and working in the institution,never once gave him an unpleasant experience. We can say he had a life of pure bliss.

The story about the two men? a story about Rosaline? about pain?Well the answer is a big no. The lives of people aren't limited to just a few facts. Although the world seems to be growing faster and faster, time flows in a different direction when it's your own.