“Shh its okay, it’s over now. No human nor God can ever separate us ever again, so please, stop crying my love.” The man said as he tightly held the sobbing woman in his arms, as if to never let her go. “I-I love y-you Simon.” They remained in that position just hugging each other as the ending credentials began to roll on the TV screen.
Three young girls were hurdled on the sofa, the two elder sisters hugging the youngest in the middle while sniffling like new born babies. The youngest with a sparkle in her eyes stared at the screen undeterred by the two teen babies sandwiching her on both sides.
Violette Edinburg, the youngest of three siblings. Ever since she was a child she was fascinated with the concept of love. Whether it be in movies or in novels, love always brought a whirlwind of emotions. Love brings joy, happiness like none other and at the same time sadness and pain. Love is pure, the strongest and the most beautiful emotion.
Her parents were living proof of that fact. Her mother always smiled so brightly and gazed at her father with such adoration. Her father treated mother like she was a queen. They were happily in love even after so many years. She couldn’t help but smile when she sees an old couple in the park walking hand in hand, or when the morning birds nuzzle together, or when a man proposes to his love in the restaurant no matter how embarrassing it is to witness.
She would always smile and listen to her classmates as they droned on about their love troubles. She would give them advice and pray to whatever God that may be listening, for their happy future. She read so many romance novels with a thumping heart and at the end of each book she finished she wished she would meet her other half soon.
Her mother always told her that she will meet her prince in time. She just needed to keep her eyes open so as not to miss him and her heart strong so as not to lose him. So she waited keeping her eyes wide open and waited some more. It was in the last year of high school during graduation that she finally met her first love.
“Well ah I-I just wanted to t-thank you for standing up for me. Ah you might not remember it was so long ago and it might have been nothing to you b-but it meant a lot to me. You’re always so kind to everyone including the quite kids like me and you looked so cool that day not like you’re not cool now you’re always cool and pretty and w-what I want to say is I like you ever since and ah yeah I-I just wanted to let you know…”
He was her classmate. A tall lanky boy with bangs covering his chocolate brown eyes. The shy boy with a heart of gold that sat behind her in math class, soft spoken and looked like he was terrified of the ground he walked on. The same boy was in front of her, with rosy cheeks, scrunched shoulders and quivering lips bearing his heart out to her.
It must have taken a lot of courage. It’s true that it came as a shock to her but more than anything she was happy because his words were sincere. She could see it in his eyes that he truly meant what he said. It made her smile with a little pink dusting her own cheeks. “Thank you.”
And so they began their new journey together. They studied in the same college, went on dates, kissed, held hands, had fights then made up and after a few years, began to live together. They were inseparable just like those lines she heard long ago when she was still so young, ‘no man nor God’ could separate them. The promise of marriage resting on her ring finger. She was content with life and together with her prince, lived happily ever after.
“Like hell I did.” A beer mug came crashing down on the wooden table causing it to shake with the force. The hand holding the mug (surprisingly still intact) belonged to Violette Edinburg. “Six years. For six years we have been together. It’s not something to sneeze at and yet he just, let it go, just like that.” To emphasize her point she snapped her fingers and took another big swig from the mug.
A few heads turned to see what the commotion was all about. Three women sat at one of the tables at the far end of the bar. One drowning her woes in alcohol mumbling about heart ache or something, one was trying to console the other while the last one looked done with all this shit.
“Sweetie take it easy on the drinks.” A woman with long platinum blond hair said. Concern can clearly be seen in her ocean green eyes. The woman next to the blond heaved a heavy sigh as she commented “Girl seriously it’s not like it’s the end of the world. There are many single guys out there just get hitched with one of them and spare us all the waterworks.”
“But he was my first love. Mags you understand me right? We were so in love it’s not fair it’s just not fair.” Big fat tears cascaded down Violette’s cheeks. “Oh buttercup of course I do.” “Stop babying her, she’s a grown adult and she needs to act like one.” Black eyes turned to the drunk woman in front of her and in a tired voice said “Just how long are you going to keep moping around like this? It’s been months since you two broke up and every week you call us for drinks so you can get pissed drunk. I’m sick and tired of dealing with your drunk ass every weekend.”
“Why are you being so mean to me Sara can’t you see I’m heartbroken?” Violette slammed her head on the table rattling the empty glasses. She began to sob repeating the words ‘Sara’, ’heartless’ and ‘single for life’ over and over again in her drunken stupor.
Frustration was evident on Sara’s face, she finally had enough of the sobbing and mumbling as she screamed at her friend. “Just go home you crazy bitch.” She looked like she was about ready to pop a blood vessel or two. “Sara, Violette please calm down.”
After 5 hours the girls finally made their way home. Sara and Mags left for their own respective homes after dropping Violette off at her apartment building. She staggered up the stairs mumbling curses under her breath as she made her way to her apartment on the 3rd floor. After a good 10 minutes of wrestling with the keys and trying to get the damn door to open she finally succeeded.
She carelessly threw off her shoes, coat and shawl and collapsed on her soft bed. After the breakup she moved out and rented a decent apartment near her work. It was small but cosy, perfect for a single lady to spend the rest of her miserable life in. She could just hear Sara in her mind’s eye shouting at her for uttering such depressing words.
Sara was right though. How long was she planning on continuing this pity party? It has been months since they broke up and it’s not much of the fact that they broke up that upsets her but the reason behind it. They were so much in love and that love didn’t disappear in those six years that they were together. She knew he loved her. He never mistreated her, he was always there for her in his dorky way. They were happy together and even planned to get married next spring.
Her eyes moved towards her hand that was once adorned with a beautiful silver ring that promised of so much happiness, now left bare and cold. Everything ended all because of something so ridiculous. She clenched the sheets in a vice grip as she recalled the reason. He broke up with her because of a damn game. Laughable isn’t it.
She knew her boyfriend of six years was a game nerd, it was one of his charms. No matter how engrossed he is in his work or games, he always made time for her, he was never too busy for her. But ever since this new game came into the market things changed.
Now Violette wasn’t much of a gamer and for the life of her couldn’t understand what was so fun about starring at a computer screen all day long but she wanted to support and respect her love’s hobbies and interests. So she gave him space, even played the damn thing so she could spent some time with him but she soon learned she was utterly inept at gaming.
Once she had all his attention but after that thing came into his life, she counted herself lucky if he even had breakfast with her. He spent all his time in their room, chatting with his ‘online buddie’ and even skipped meals sometimes. She was jealous, yes, but more than anything she was worried for his health so she pulled the old ‘it’s either me or your beloved game’ and yes he chose his game.
She let out a muffled scream into the mattress and began to thrash around in bed. Just remembering that conversation makes her blood boil. After a while she stopped and a new batch of tears started to form in her eyes. Her first love ended just like that, it wasn’t fair.
“Who even does that?” she thought out loud. She gave him her heart and more on a silver platter and he threw it all away. What was so great about that damn thing anyways? It’s just a bunch of moving dolls in a screen shouting nonsense.
In a drunken rage Violette gets off the bed and walks towards her computer near her bed. Turns it on, downloads and runs the software all the while mumbling intangible words. On the computer screen in bold cursive letters glaring back at her is the dreaded name, the name that ruined her perfectly happy life. The Blessed Ones.
“What is up with that half assed name? Couldn’t they come up with a better name, talk about lack of imagination.” She scoffed and pressed play. After what felt like hours of character creation, monster hunting, countless game overs and nit-picking at every little thing she could she started to feel tired. Her eyes began to slowly close and her head fell on the desk with a painful thump. She was out like a light.
She could hear voices, and smell something delicious like freshly baked bread. A bright light on her face caused her to groggily open her eyes. What she saw made her eyes pop and jaw drop. Buildings that looked like they belonged in a medieval fantasy movie, people dressed in strange unfamiliar clothing, carts and food stalls decorating the roadsides.
“Mama why is that lady sitting there like that? Is she hurt?” “Shh Carter don’t point at others its rude. Now come along we need to get grandma’s soon don’t we.” A mother and her child walked away while the child kept staring at her from behind his shoulder. Leaving Violette confused and utterly stupefied. ‘What’s going on? What is this? Where am I?’ She began to slowly back away till her back hit something solid.
Her neck was sore and her head felt like it was going to split open any second. She remembered going to the bar with her friends, getting drunk, arriving home and she then played the bloody game, after that everything is just blank. ‘Did someone broke into my house and kidnapped me? What happened when I was out cold?’ She raised her hand to block the rays of the sun only to freeze up. Her hand, it was strangely different, most noticeably it was paler and slender than she remembered.
She looked down and realized that she wasn’t wearing the clothes she wore last night. She glanced at her left hand which was tangled up in Golden thread that had a pinkish hue at the ends. With trembling hands she examined the thread in her left hand. ‘No it’s not thread. Is it hair? My hair?’ She clasped both hands on her head ruffling her hair.
The whispering and chatter of the villagers brought her out of her musings. With shaky legs she stood up using the well’s edge behind her for support. 'This couldn’t be happening am I dreaming? I must be.' From the corner of her eye she could see a hazy image. She turned her attention to the image reflected in the well.
Last she checked she had short shoulder length brown hair and her eyes were definitely not red. However the woman that was staring up at her had long golden blond hair with a pinkish hue at the tips and sharp cat like ruby red eyes. She caressed her cheek and her eyes opened a fracture further as the motion was reflected.
She looked just like the character she had created last night, just like Bliss. ‘Did I got stuck in the game? Is this Karma for bitching about the gameplay? How did this happen? It has to be a dream it just has to be.’ She tried to reassure herself but the pain in her scalp sang another song. Why on earth is this happening to her? She just become another person, a character she created in a demonic game no less. “God have MERCY!!” Her screams could be heard throughout the little village startling every man and beast.