Forget Me Not Vol 1: Chapter 9

 Chapter 9

     "Look at us… Look how beautiful we are! We HAVE to take a picture!!!", I went quickly for the camera and then gave it to Mariam. Mariam this time painted her dress in black, she always wanted to wear one. The dresses weren't luxurious, but simply amazing. Simplicity always wins, ALWAYS! As an INFJ, I never cared about the money or any materialistic acquisition. It was ALWAYS about the meaning, INFJs and how to find them… The event was at sunset, I love sunsets! The beauty of endings painted in the sky by Allah. Every time it ends differently, yet manages to conserve it OWN beauty. I find it mesmerizing… Before we went off, I hugged them tightly. But, this time the hug seemed different. As if it would be the last one… I felt different, as if everything that I was about to experience would be for the last time. What's wrong with me?!!! Why am I feeling so?!!! It's time, we can't be late… 

     On our way out, we heard someone calling out loud from the receptionist's desk after checking some papers with her, and it said: "Hady… Oh My God!!! You look like one of the locals…", Chris greeted Hady followed by a pat on the back. "They're so comfortable, would you mind if I take it back with me?", Hady requested shyly. "Well… You're gonna have to ask Jennifer about it!", Chris replied back. "Who's Jennifer?", subconsciously asking. "Heba… Good evening, The Old Lady!", Chris clarified. "Oh… Thank you Chris, come on ladies! They must be waiting for us…", rushing them so they could talk freely. I started shedding tears, not knowing why. So I whipped them out quickly so that they wouldn't see me, but the remnants froze on my face. I forgot about that fact, God! I scraped them off quickly, so what?!!! Even if it was the last day of my life, let's just do it right! So shall we? 

     We all got seated in our places, by fate we were sitting opposite to Hady. While each one of us starts to tell us his/her story, we should be staring at the fire to imagine its dancing through the fire. It shall begin with "Once upon a time" and ends with a soul touching finale. Whoever drives the audience to cry, gets to have a soul expressing gift from the old lady. The game was on… I was the one to begin with and Hady was in the middle of the circle. It was story time!

     Once upon a time, there was a Dark Phoenix which fell off the nest. Once upon a time, an INFJ had a family by bond. Once upon a time, on 18.10.1998, a Skywalker was born. Once upon a time, an INFJ knew who she was. Once upon a time, there was an HSP. Once upon a time, there was an Empath. Once upon a time, there was an HSP. Once upon a time, there was an old soul. Once upon a time, there was a Heyoka. Once upon a time, an INFJ lost an INTP. Once upon a time, an INFJ lost a Twin Flame. Once upon a time, there was a Jean looking for a Logan. Once upon a time, Logan was found. Once upon a time, Logan was asleep. Once upon a time, only a Jean could wake up a Logan. Once upon a time, where Jean feared that her Logan wouldn't be found. Once upon a time, where Jean dreaded that her Logan would never wake up. Once upon a time, there was a sleeping handsome woken up by a Twin Flame. Once upon a time, there was fire and ice. Once upon a time, they danced till their feet could no longer hold them. Once upon a time, there was a moon and thousands of stars. Once upon a time, there were resting eyes of sunset and hopeful eyes of sunrise. Once upon a time, there was a point where a soul with depth of the ocean could meet up with a soul of sea depth. Once upon a time, there was a Skywalker and a Maze Runner who got their paths crossed. Once upon a time, they were Lost & Found… 

     I stopped staring at the fire only to find everyone shedding tears, I didn't know that it would touch them that much. "Come my dear! You deserve this…", The Old Lady handed me another small wrapped gift. Opening it up, it was a dagger. And there was a card, saying: "Carve me!" So I carved it on both sides, I only had two initials on my mind; A "J" and a "L". So I carved, trying my best not to ruin it. I kept carving it, whilst hearing stories being told. It wasn't Hady's turn that came along that I paid close attention. Curious about the kind of story that soul could be hiding, asking myself: "Why are you here, Hady?" And the story began:

"Once upon a time, there was a warrior. Once upon a time, he broke his vows. Once upon a time, he shielded his heart. Once upon a time, he kept waiting for the next heartbreak. Once upon a time, his heart broke free at 2:00 am. Once upon a time, stopped smiling. Once upon a time, he turned to a cold blood. Once upon a time, he had dark shadows. Once upon a time, he lost someone. Once upon a time, he couldn't trust. Once upon a time, he kept thinking about her. Once upon a time, came the idea of her. Once upon a time, he ran. Once upon a time, he smiled again. Once upon a time, his heart broke free. Once upon a time, he hoped again. Once upon a time, there was a soldier. Once upon a time, he couldn't let go. Once upon a time, he could let go. Once upon a time, he was afraid. Once upon a time, he hoped again. Once upon a time, he wished he could find her. Once upon a time, fate by Allah allowed them to meet (The boy dreamed). Once upon a time, he dreamt that she would be the next Adaline. Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who got lost but found…

We shed more tears, that almost froze in the weather. Scratching them off our faces, we continued to stare into the fire. What a lovely night! I stared into the sky, closing my eyes for a moment. Remembering her, dancing and singing the lullaby. Thank you, MAMA! Then, I heard the lullaby again… After that, I had no control. I stood up, following her voice. No one was paying attention, seemingly lost in the fire. I followed, with the lullaby growing stronger with every step I took. I kept walking, getting into the dark forest. As if I was hypnotized under her charm. I walked…Is this the end? 

     I reached the lake, I took off my shoes, I threw off my hood and I walked. The ice was cracking beneath my feet, the water started to seep and I walked. Right in the middle, far from sight and alone I stopped. Calm I stood, ice breaking apart and gracefully through ice I fell. Is this the end? 

     Completely surrendering to the Lullaby, I was swallowed by the lake. Deeper I got, the more intense the Lullaby was. Until I could feel it shaking the core of my soul. Radiating inside out, I could hear her! Mama… 

     "It's time for you to hear my story!", she appeared suddenly. I was lucid dreaming, why? She went on:

"Once upon a time, I gave birth to The most beautiful Dark Phoenix. Once upon a time, she had to learn to fly. Once upon a time, I called her home. Once upon a time, I wanted to hug her once more. Once upon a time, it was time for me to go. Once upon a time, I sang her a Lullaby. Once upon a time, it was time for her to know. Once upon a time, she was blind. Once upon a time, she no longer believed in love. Once upon a time, she loved a flower. Once upon a time, someone gave her that flower. Once upon a time, there were two aching souls. Once upon a time, their paths crossed. Once upon a time, there was a Skywalker and a Maze Runner. Once upon a time, there was an INFJ and an INTP. Once upon a time, there was a Jean and a Logan. It's time my dear, wake him up! Forget Me Not?", MAMA kissed me forehead goodbye. I remember! I must fight, but should I? But, what if I wanted to be with her? What if this was the end? 

     I can't move… I have to reach out for my dagger, what if it was too late? It was too far to the surface and the lake healed its wounds. Just one last time… And then what? Both are home, which way should I be going for? 

     My lungs started to ache, I could bear this no longer. My soul rioted against me! Up, it said. I held my dagger firmly in fears of losing it in the darkness that the depth of the lake holds. Till I reached the healed wounds of the lake, I stabbed it as hard as I could.

Once… Nothing! 

Twice… Nothing! 

Thrice… Nothing! 

Fourth… A crack! 

Fifth… A gasp! 

     I pulled myself up, crawling on the ice as fast as I could. And I lied, alone! Freezing from the non resting attacks of wind, with an intermittent tendency of slapping the cold. I'm alive! 

     Something was licking me off restlessly, followed by an ear piercing bark. "Omega? What brought you here, boy?!!! Miss me…", softly and barely uttering those words. "I found her!!!", Hady yelled whilst running towards me. The rest followed with a few steps behind. I started hallucinating from the cold and I remembered to thank MAMA. I forgot to say goodbye to her knowing that she would hear me, I said: "Forget Me Not!" And then, out and about… 

     I woke up in a bed, not my bed though. Burnt out, I called faintly: "Where am I? Anyone…" Someone rushed strongly in, yelling: "She's awake!!!" Starting to measure my temperature and doing a usual body check up for bruises or injuries, I concluded it was her. Sarah! Everyone rushed in, except for Hady. He had to wait in the living area, it seemed like I was in The Old Lady's Inn. A small one, relatively. The Old Lady came in with soup and a hot drink, they had to keep me warm. Seemingly, I had my clothes changed. Let's hope it was on the hands of one of The Squad members. They kept me warm, until I recovered enough to sit up. Preparing myself for visitors, I told them what happened. There weren't enough words to describe what happened, even I needed time to process the whole thing. 

     "Heba… Hady left! He gave me those and he just left…", Mariam shrugged giving me the flowers. Those same flowers, but why? That's it?!!! He left, just like her. Why do they keep doing so?!!! What did I ever do to deserve such a thing?!!! I wanted to scream, so I did." Get out!!! Get out!!! All of you!!! I'm sick of this!!! I'm so sick of this!!! You humans suck!!! You suck!!! You suck!!! Goddd!!!!! My heart!!! My heart!!! It hurts… It hurts so much!!! I wish I had NEVER met him!!! I wish I NEVER did!!! Hady!!!!! Come back!!!!! Come back, please!!! ", I collapsed to the floor. I broke anything that I had in my way. I yelled and yelled. I didn't care, let the world sense my agony! Let the world burn with my Flames! Let my lightning strike Earth! Let my thunder tremble the feet! Let it Burn!!! For what is life if you don't have a twin flame… Sure, a life for Allah is definitely worth the trial. But, I can't keep talking to myself ALL THE TIME!!! I can't keep patting myself ALL THE TIME!!! I can't keep telling myself that everything is going to be alright ALL THE TIME!!! I need that, I really do…