Serenity’s Symphony

“There’s nothing more powerful, more magical then love. It can conjure every emotion a human is capable of feeling and is the only force capable of bringing true happiness.

I apologise for my terrible tensing in this tale but I hope it carries the power of love as I felt writing it.”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompts:
Ragtag Daily Prompt — Scrupulous.
Word of the Day Challenge — Enable

Serenity’s Symphony

Tears full of anguish, falling down my cheeks with every pang of pain. The black suit hanging upon my melancholy frame as I enter the park we loved. Signs, symbols of the funeral I just struggled through.

A funeral is supposed to enable you to move on after the death of someone you love. How can one do that when the soul that kept them going is ripped away from them?

I gazed upon the swing. Watching it swaying beneath the hypnotic willows. Mesmerised by the gentle breeze that fluttered my untidy hair. We’d often sit there hand-in-hand, chatting as we rocked back and forth.

That dark day a week ago was no different. We’d planned dinner and a movie for this coming weekend.

My hands instinctively went to the bump in my trouser pocket. An engagement ring in its box. Luciano’s was going to be the place I asked her. By the end of that delectable lemon cheesecake, I’d have been engaged to Serenity.

Fate at the hands of that blind, repugnant, idiot ensured that would never happen.

Sitting on the swing, I begin to rock back and forth with every sob. Remembering the moment, we parted ways. I’ll never forget the shriek of brakes. Her scream as the car ploughed into her. A scrupulous driver would never drive over the speed limit, manoeuvre without indicating, or use his mobile phone whilst driving.

‘I didn’t see her,’ he’d said full of remorse.

Of course, he didn’t; his attention was taken by his girlfriend on the blasted phone while he was killing my Serenity. He hit her so hard she was dead before she even hit the pavement.

Just thinking of him clenches my teeth together, tightens my muscles with a dark rage. I want to find him. To torture him. To put him through the pain, the anguish, the suffering he caused me. To leave him as lifeless as I feel right now.

Closing my eyes, I see Serenity. She’s stood in the pretty white dress she wore that day. I remembered the Zephyr rippling the soft material and billowing her beautiful dark hair.

She shakes her head toward me and smiles as serene as her name. ‘Don’t be angry. Hurting him can’t undo what was done and will only hurt you more.’

“I know, I love you so much, Serenity. And he stole you from …” A charged energy caresses my fingers. So powerful, it freezes the words in my constricted throat. The breeze drying the tears on my cheeks is infused with scents. Earthy cedar notes from the wooded fringes of the park.

I smile toward the evergreen’s, Serenity loved walking there with the wildlife.

There’s more; the ylang-ylang and jasmine, vanilla and passionflower give me chills. Those cannot be from the park. I paid for those fragrances. Gave them to Serenity in a pretty perfume bottle for her birthday.

“Serenity? Are you here?” the words trembled from my lips as I allowed my eyes to follow the breeze. Nature’s magic began as the spring air raked the sparkling white blossom from a cherry tree. Spiralling towards me, it melded together.

“Oh — argh … I see you!” My whole body quiverers as the blossom forms into her beautiful white dress. She’s spectral and yet real enough for me to see the way she hugs her arms and teases her hair over a shimmering shoulder.

“Don’t be sad for me. Instead, live your life. Follow your dreams and smile in my honour,” I don’t hear her words. They resonate within my heart and soul.

“I’ll try my best, but I love you Serenity. I…”

A fresh breeze disperses the blossom. As quickly as she came, Serenity vanishes back into the ether. “I love you too. The gift of life is coming, embrace it for me,” she whispers.

Then I feel her no more. My heart breaks as I hug the chains of Serenity’s swing against mine. I knew then that no matter how many people were around me. I would always feel alone.

At that moment my nose tingles again. Serenity’s perfume still here in the park. Searching for her, I see a young lady in a beautiful black dress approaching. Not my precious Serenity but so very close. She’d been at the funeral, she had to be her sister.

“Glenn, Serenity told me I’d find you here. May I sit with you?” she askes with tears filling her olive-green eyes.

“Sure,” I half-smile. Releasing Serenity’s swing, I focus on the grass beneath my feet. “When did she tell you around me?”

“I’m her sister Symphony. She talked to me about you every day. She was madly in love with you, you know?”

Fresh tears tumble onto my trainers. “I loved her that much too. The world became so tiny. It was just the two of us and nothing else mattered. Now, there is nothing else.”

“Serenity knew you’d say that too.”

I feel bile rising in the pit of my stomach. A flare of anger from places unknown. “Did she know you’d be wearing a perfume too? I bought that for her, damn you!”

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Symphony places a hand on my shoulder.

I shrug it off.

“Shush, look. I’m here and wearing her perfume because she asked me to. She asked me to give you a gift.”

“What are you talking about?”

Symphony steps in front of me. “She wanted me to give you this,” she whispers as she wraps her arms around my body.

At that moment, I was surrounded by Serenity’s energy. Closing my eyes, I struggled to breathe as her soul reconnected with mine in a moment of bliss.

“Serenity came to me in a dream the night before last. She told me how much you loved her. She knew you couldn’t go on without her. I’m not going to let you die. You cared for and loved my sister with every fibre of your being. Now I’m going to do the same for you. This hug from my sister is not a one-off deal. Whenever you need it, all you have to do is come and ask.”

“Thank you,” I manage through trembling with every emotion possible. Serenity was there watching over her sister’s shoulder. Like the most beautiful spirit, she smiled, waved and vanished to take her place in heaven knowing her sister would take care of me from now on.

The End

Thanks for reading my friends.

There’s more in the Poetry CornerPoetry NookShort StoriesShort Stories 2, and, Short Stories 3 tabs.

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