My Present

A short story written by Zi Ye The past will forever remain the past, this spilt second that I call present will become the past and the future? That will also become the past.

Part 1
I grew up in the countryside, a land of sprawling hills and fields.

My parents were busy all the time, so when they were gone, I played in the fields.

The fields were magical to me, because when the sun shone down onto the fields, they shone like gold.

When the sun shone down, it was like the fields were set alight with golden fire.

The grass gently waved in the wind along with it’s gold like splendour.
I watched this happen every single day.

I never grew sick of it.

I was a lonely child, the others were all interested in games and everything I wasn’t interested in.

It didn’t bother me though, despite my solidarity, I was happy.

My childhood would have been counted as relatively peaceful.
Mother and Father loved me very much, calling me their little treasure, I was a bit apprehensive though

The word Treasure back then inside my mind was gold jewellery and goblets, so as far as I was concerned, I didn’t want to be their treasure.

They never fought, they always got along, unlike the parents in all of the novels that I had read.

The main characters a lot of the time had single parents who were often divorced.
They always got to move from the father’s house then to the mother’s house, back and forth.

It seemed fun, so I proposed to my parents that they should get divorced.

Mother nearly cried, Father looked mortified, I didn’t get it.

It would only be a week later that they explained to me what getting divorced meant, I burst into tears and leapt into their arms swearing that I would never mention getting divorced again.

I was nine when I first met you.

Part Two

I remember when we first met during spring, I remember it so clearly.I was in the fields as usual, playing in my own imaginary world.
The wind picked up and blew towards the middle of the fields.
It was as if I was guided by the wind, I felt like I heard a voice.
It told me to follow the wind.
And so I did.
That’s when I first saw you.
The sight of you standing in the fields with the wind behind you.
That image was firmly imprinted in my heart, I can still see it perfectly with all the details.
For a moment, you seemed like an angel, you were the child of the heavens.
The sun shone down on you, wreathing you in a halo of gold light.
My life was changed from then on.
We spent so much time together.
We played together, read together, ate together, slept together, although a few years later my mother did forbid us from sleeping together.
Do you remember how much we cried after being told that we couldn’t sleep together?
We went on a hunger strike together, although it did only last until my stomach gurgled.
We didn’t understand so much back then
We spent most of our time at school together or watching the fields catch alight with its golden fire.


Part Three

But before all of that could even happen, your short stay was over.
I’ve realised recently, exactly how fast time passes.
How everything becomes the past.
The past will forever remain the past, this spilt second that I call present will become the past and the future?
That will also become the past.
You begged your father, to let you stay.
Why?
Because our time together was too short, we were both lonely children.
You, you were isolated for being too rich for all of your friends.
Me?
I was the weird one, the person who never thought correctly.
My way of thinking was apparently too strange, the way I thought was wrong.
My friends all isolated me saying that I had a brain problem, that I was mental.
But past all of our ‘flaws’, we were just children who wanted someone to play with.
Do you know how excited I was when you told me that your father allowed you to stay in my tiny little town?
I wanted to squeal and jump with joy, but my male pride held me back.
Instead I grinned like an idiot at you, and you in all of your girliness, flashed a huge dimpled smile at me, then proceeded to jump onto me in an attempt to hug me with a bit too much enthusiasm, resulting in both of us crashing to the ground.
And just like that we spent 4 years of our lives together.


Part 4

Those days were the happiest days of my life.
But, the present never lasts for long, and your father took you away from me.
He took you away from me, he stole you.
It would be a lie if I said that, over the years I didn’t develop feelings for you.
In fact, I loved you.
I loved you with all of my heart.
And I still do.
Your father stole the one girl I would ever love throughout my whole entire life.
You had a fiancé.
When I received that piece of news, my heart plummeted.
It was like a twisting knife in my guts.
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
And yet, I couldn’t feel a thing.
I felt hollow.
I felt so empty of everything, yet so full of nothing.
But you never knew, and you will never know.
Do you remember the promise?
The promise to you that I would come to you, even if you were in America, I would then get down on one knee and propose to you.


Part 5

Your father whisked you away to America to meet and build a bond with your fiancé.
But before he left he made a bargain with me, if I could make it to America and live there.
He would then cancel the engagement and I could marry you.
America?
How was I, a little town boy, supposed to get to America?
It didn’t matter though, it really didn’t.
I studied, so hard I thought my brain would explode.
I studied my way into a good school in the city.
It was hard, but I didn’t care.
If it was for you, then it was ok.
Because I would do anything for you.
I was isolated at school in the city.
Do you know how much I missed you?
Your smile, your laugh, your dimple.
I missed every part of you.
The thought of you kept me going.
Somehow even though you weren’t beside of me, I could feel your presence.
You were my present.
I held on, because if it’s for you, then it’s ok.
Years flashed by fading into the past.
And eventually, I made it.
I made it to America.


Part 6

I was finally in America.
I was so excited.
I could finally see you again after all of these years.
All of the pain and work that I endured was worth it.
I tracked you down, and found you.
So why?
You went back the promise.
Our promise.
You lied to me.
You said you would wait for me.
You said that you would wait for me at the altar.
You said that you would wait for the day when I could call you my wife.
You said that you would wait for me with a child your arms.
You said that that child would call me father.
We would have been happy.
How could you?
How could you do this to me?
I love you so much.
I sacrificed my childhood for you.
I sacrificed everything for you.
So why?
Why do I see a married woman?
Why is it that I see matching rings on your hand and that man’s?
I want to rip those rings off and melt them into nothing.
I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to ask why.
I want to disappear.
You betrayed me.
I hate you.


Epilogue

It’s scary.
Because now that I stand before you.
You have suddenly become the past.
You are no longer my present.
And I will forget the past.
And I will forget you.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will not remember you.
I will head back home.
I will find a job, buy myself a home.
Maybe even fall in love with a girl.
I will marry that girl and raise a family with her.
You know what?
I have just realised.
For the past few years, I have been deluding myself.
You were never my present over these years.
When we were children, yes, you were.
But later?
No, you were not, you were my past.
The only thing I didn’t realise was that I was living in the past.
I am now in the present.
So I will ask you now that I stand before you.
Did you ever believe that we could be together?

Author's Note

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