My Perfect Love Story

Chapter 17: Doves

Doves.

One of the most adored birds in America. 

They symbolize peace, love, and fidelity.

Peace. Freedom of disturbance.

Communication and understanding are great factors of peace.

Fidelity. Faithfulness to a person, cause, or belief, demonstrated by continuing loyalty and support.

It is now overlooked. Shadowed in the light of pleasure and temptations. Does that mean it isn't possible? 

Many souls see it impossible for their mates to be consumed by the actions of infidelity. Consumed by the thoughts of a mistress, or one-night stand.  

Those souls were consumed by true love and innocence. 

Would it be rash to call them naive? Maybe they're unaware? 

It's not their fault for being placed in an 'unforgiving' situation. But it is their fault for believing in forgiveness. 

For believing people can change by the sound of a word. Two words, to be exact. Believe it or not, words do affect someone's life. That's how a relationship starts, with words. Some relationships end because of words. But the heartbreaks that hurt the most, are because of actions. Maybe it's because of the lack of actions taken in a relationship. 

Words are like cement stuck on bricks building a wall. The more negative words get, the thicker the cement becomes. Slowly but surely building a wall. 

Doves are symbols of souls released from its Earth-bound duty. Christians say, God, put us on Earth for a reason. We all have a purpose in life. A mission to complete. 

What's your mission? What's your duty?

Doves are used for good luck, positivity.

What are you used for? What do you represent? Who do you represent? What do you want to be remembered as? An omen of good luck or a dark, confusing space? 

Lastly, love.

Many believe in it, while some find no use in it. They've given up on the thought of love, or it's hereditary.

Eternal love requires a balance. It requires peace and fidelity. Doves. however, love is so overlooked in modern-day society that infidelity and arguments are the keys to a 'normal' relationship. It's what makes a relationship strong. Depending on how the couple recovers from the heartache, or if they're able to do it together.

Crazy, toxic love is said to be the most interesting. it adds suspense and energy to your relationship. It keeps mates on their toes, makes sure they always expect the unexpected. But what if you're so used to the same energy that you know what to expect? What happens then? Will you leave? Will you stay? Will you endeavor on new things to add life to your relationship?

Doves are beautiful creatures that people find pretty. That's it! They just find them pretty without knowing their background, but they think it's great to use them at their wedding without a story. Every element of the world contains a story of how they were formed. 

Doves are not just beautiful creatures. They have a story that people should acknowledge. When they fly in the sky out of the hands of the groom and bride, who knows what they're thinking. Are they taken out of context because they don't have a voice that formulates words for humans to understand? 

Is ignorance bliss in this situation? What can we do to fix this issue? It's seen as a beautiful tradition. Doves are positive, they love Earth and the air, so as they fly high, they have a clear path of freedom. With no disturbances. 

The moral of the story, doves are a connection to love. Have you ever connected meaningless nouns to meaningful subjects?

Now, on to the story...

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Mariana

Mariana’s heart raced as she ran through the house frantically. She didn’t know where she was going but she knew Michael was behind her and she couldn’t let him catch up. “Mariana, where the f**k are you?” His voice aggressively emphasized the swear word as he walked slowly, taking his time.

I wonder why. Why was he taking his time? Why did he find humor and gain confidence in my rebellion and his wound, that didn’t even hurt him? I turned into a corner and I saw the carpet was folded. I decided to lift the carpet, and I saw a secret passage under the house. “Mariana! I hate repeating myself!” I jumped at the bass in his voice and I quickly went downstairs.

Everywhere was dark. I felt eyes watching me as I stood in the room. I was scared, trying not to cry, as I stupendously went underground in a room that could possibly be of meaning to him. Why would I think this man wouldn’t know his own house? I heard his steps over the opening of the passageway, so he wasn’t aware of my hiding spot. I took a deep breath and a tear shed from my eyes. 

I didn’t want to die this young. I wanted to do so many more things with my life. I wanted to reunite with my mother and father, I want to address my friends, expand on my business. MY BUSINESS! Oh no, I haven't been at work, what’s going to happen to my things? I shook barefoot as I was scared, but I tried not to move too much. I was scared of what I could step on or what might be in this room so I stood still.

“ I see you’ve found my most prized possession,” I screamed loudly as I heard his raspy, deep voice in my ear. I tried to run but I wasn’t fast enough as he caged me in his forearm, pressing his body on mine. 

“H-how did you find me?” I said shakily. 

He chuckled as he walked closer toward me. “Did you forget this was my house? I built this basement, if you want to be a good hider as I am a seeker, you’d have to pay attention to the tiny details. Like the folded carpet, that’s how you found the room, right?” 

A tear dropped as I gasped shortly. “Michael, you have to understand.”

“You never answered my question, love,” Michael looked around the room, it was dark so I don’t know what he could be looking at. Yet again, he knew this place better than me.

“I can’t see anything, what is it?” I wasn’t sure what to say but I knew I wasn’t ready to figure out what I was standing in the middle of.

“It’s funny how you don’t remember. You were in here a week ago.” One week? That’s how long I’ve been here? It feels like months, the amount of pain I have endured feels like a month’s worth.

“Will you lock me down here?” I said cautiously. 

“Why are you so worried about being locked up in here? You were more than eager to come down here just to get away from me. What’s the difference?” He graced my face with his bloody hand, the knife was removed from his hand. The wound was left open.

“I’m so sorry,” I was slapped in the face, blood smeared over my left cheek. 

“STOP APOLOGIZING!! You’re not sorry. You want to leave, you want to leave me. You ungrateful tool, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He ran his hand through my hair, leaving his blood in my curls. I sobbed as I feared for my future.

“You’ve been spoiled. I think it’s best if you stay in here for a few days.” My heart dropped. I would do anything to escape these four, dark walls. I couldn’t do it again, please no.

“Michael, please don’t do this to me again. Please, I’ll do anything.” 

“You know, anything is not always anything, love. You need to learn the position you’re in.” He walked away. My breath hitched, the realization that I was going to be down here sunk in.

“Michael, Michael please. You can’t leave me down here! I’ll do better, I promise.” I tried but he kept walking away, with my face in his hands. The door closes, leaving me in the darkroom with rancid, dirty four walls. I sat on the heels of my feet, my hands were on my lap. My eyes were wide open and I tried to look through the darkness.

My hands began shaking as my heartbeat quickened. I don't have my medicine. I began to hyperventilate, the walls seemed to get closer and closer to me. I wonder if he's watching me through some secret glass. I hope he notices how much I am struggling with anxiety and fear. My ears began to ring and my vision got blurry. I feel dizzy and I don't know what to do. Next thing you know, I passed out.

                                                                           ~My Perfect Love Story~