Un triste adieu.
This will be the last chapter of Heartbreak Princess, which will wrap up all sixty-four chapters. I will be taking a temporary break from this blog, lasting a little over two months. This greatly saddens me, but I believe after being dedicated to this blog for a little under five months that I should focus on other projects.
Thank you for the four likes on Paris Chapter 30, four likes on Just Friends, two likes on Heartbreak Princess Chapter 63, three likes on But Not Enough, seven likes on Paris Chapter 29, seven likes on I’m Looking At You, and my ninety-one followers.
Today’s blogger is @anisakazemi. Her website link is https://iaccidentlyatethewholething.com/
About the girl:
Hi, my name is Anisa. I live in Higashiawakura (a little village in northern Okayama, JAPAN) but was born in Iran and raised in New Zealand. In other words, I’m an emmigration officer’s worst nightmare. I have a Bachelors in English and History which is allowing me to teach English here in Japan. In other words, I am crazypassionatemad about writing! Aside from that, I enjoy spending long hours in the kitchen, dining out, early morning runs, fruit-salads, bookshops and good quality dark chocolate. My family has always been very health conscious (we have my beautiful mother to thank for that) which has inspired me to cook, bake and create simple, nutritious (and easy) dishes from scratch.
About the blog:
For as long as I can remember, people have always teased me for taking pictures of my food. So, after several suggestions (which I took as confirmation from above) I decided to start I Accidently Ate The Whole Thing. Here you’ll find simple, healthy and delicious (yes, there is such a thing) recipes, restaurant/product reviews and other exciting (if I say so myself) bits and pieces. Mmmmm reese’s.
About the name:
Two years ago I read an article titled “Untranslatable Words”. One word in particular stood out for me: shemomedjamo. It’s a Georgian word describing the many a occasion when you’re really full but your meal is just so damn tasty that you can’t stop shoveling it down your gob. Well my friend, the Georgians feel your (our/my) pain! Shemomedjamo loosely translates to “I accidently ate the whole thing”.
With love forever,
I find Robinson outside by the water.
He’s removed his shoes, taken off his socks, tossed aside his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and pants, loosened his tie, and is just sitting there, his feet slightly in the water.
I take off my heels and approach quietly.
“Hey,” I say softly.
Robinson turns, his eyes distant. “Hey.”
“What are you doing out here?” I asked. I sit down beside him.
“I needed time to think,” Robinson turns back to staring at the sparkling water.
Robinson takes a deep breath. “About Lizzie.”
He doesn’t continue and I don’t push him. We just sit there in silence watching the water for a long time.
“Hey,” I said softly. “Do you wanna leave? I can ask Aaron to drive you home if you want.”
“I’m fine,” Robinson let out a sigh. “Just thinking of her every single day.”
“They say they’re a reason behind death,” I said. I checked my eyes for tears. “But I don’t think so.”
“You know, since she died, I’ve been thinking about it more and more. I think that it was her time to leave, but she never really left.” Robinson closed his eyes. “I think she’s still here.”
A wind rustled the branches in a tree, just a whisper. I still can see Lizzie’s ocean blue eyes and her smile, the easy cheerful smile that I always saw.
“She left a bit of her in everyone,” I realize. “It’s almost like she split up her soul and divided it between your mom, you, and me.”
Robinson opened his eyes, a mirror image of Lizzie’s and peered at me. “Are you crying?”
And that was when I realized I was. A few tears spilling over without me realizing it. “Um, yeah.”
Robinson blinked a few times before leaning over and kissing me, a kiss that tasted like tears, pain, and hope.
“Boyfriend of a princess,” Robinson mused to himself. “Now that’s something that I’ll have to get used to.”
When I looked away from Robinson’s eyes, I could have sworn that I saw Lizzie standing on the sidewalk a football field away. She just stood there, but something was different. Instead of being bald, she had long dark brown hair falling around her heart shaped face, which reminded me of the pictures I had seen the night that I spent with Robinson cooking, watching movies, and playing the drums.
When she saw me looking at her, she mouthed the words, Send my love to him. She turned, but glanced back at me one last time, raising her hand in a goodbye gesture. Then, she vanished, as if she was just a trick of the light.
I blinked. Was I hallucinating? Maybe I was going insane.
I glanced back at Robinson, who was my past, my present, my future, my beginning and ending. The one who had brought me from my darkest days. I needed him and he needed me.
I leaned over and kissed him for a moment, a breathless moment which I was starting to get lost in.
“I love you,” I said softly to him.
“I love you,” Robinson took my hand in his. I rest my head against his shoulder, and let myself fall into him.
An ocean blue butterfly, a symbol of hope and new beginnings, flew around us, before taking off for a new journey, and a new beginning, ending one path and creating a new one.