by M. D. Zigo
(London, United Kingdom)
-The greatest blunder, just after our engagement-
- Romantic stories from London -
''Don't call my name any more, you little bastard! I told you not to come near my door again, after what you did to me. ALL MEN ARE THE SAME! Cheating Bastards! I was so stupid to think you're different. Go away; carry your DIRTY ASS away from my door!''
''Chelsea, dearest Chelsea, wait. Listen to me...'' I pleaded again, as Chelsea tried to lock her door.
''Go away!''
The way she banged the door left me speechless and worried. Her words were very touching. This was unlike Chelsea- my Chelsea. No, not the Chelsea I knew just a few weeks back. Chelsea would never kill a fly- She would never deliberately step on an ant.
But what did I expect? When pushed to the wall, everyone would portray disturbing character threads. I'd pushed her out of her comfort zone. I'd cheated on her, just after our engagement!
I knocked at her door again and again.
''Chelsea please, let me in. Let's talk about this.''
''Don't you get it? Don't you understand simple English anymore? It's over between us. Over! Finshed! Finis. Finito. Comprendre? Go away and never bother me again.'' she shouted.
I waited for a long time. I was going mad. Could I live without her? Just the mere thought of that scared me.
Finally I shouted.
''Ok, Chelsea. I'll do what you want. That's because I love you. And I want you to know that I'll always do. Now, I will carry my dirty ass away from your door!''
I waited for her to say something. She didn't.
''If you need me, you know where to find me.'' I said.
I dropped the bouquet of red roses I'd bought for her. I turned away from her door. My steps were heavy. I walked down the stairs and emerged into the street below.
Chelsea lived opposite Holland Park Tube Station, in London. I waited by the roadside until the heavy traffic cleared, then I crossed to the Station. There, I used the elevator down to the London Underground. A train roared passed on the Central Line, towards the opposite direction.
I waited another three minutes for my train to arrive. I dashed into it when it did, and flung myself on an empty seat.
I had only one destination in mind. That was London Bridge. That was where Chelsea and I first had a physical contact, after we connected on face book, the ALMIGHTY social platform.
There, at London Bridge, I will be at peace with myself.
I left the train at Tottenham Court Road Tube Station, and walked to the Southern Line. I took another train towards London Bridge.
It was a bright and beautiful Saturday evening, in the month of July- the very heart of summer. The sun was overhead, and its rays shimmered on the River Thames. There was beauty everywhere.
Thousands of people in bright, colourful dresses were gravitating on London Bridge, along the banks of the River Thames and on Tower Bridge, just a few metres downstream. The City of London stood spectacularly across the River, on the other side of the banks.
I walked to the middle of London Bridge. I supported myself on the side balcony and starred into the glittering waters of the River.
This is where I'd proposed to Chelsea. This is where I'd asked her to spend the rest of her life with me...
When we first met on face book, it had started like a joke.
''You look great,'' she'd complimented.
''Thanks. And you look marvellous, yes, perfect.'' I'd replied.
We'd chatted almost every day for the entire month. Then we'd decided to take our relationship to the next level- to meet physically. Chelsea had invited me to Holland Park, and had taken me to the park itself, one of London's most romantic parks.
I must confess, when I first set my eyes on Chelsea in real life, the adrenal glands in my body had triggered something I'd been unable to explain till this day. My adrenaline quadrupled, and produced an instant, genuine emotional attachment for her. Henceforth, we were inseparable, until a month ago, when she decided to travel to Rome for a few days' vacation, and I was unable to accompany her.
I'd arranged to give her an engagement ring the afternoon she was to take off. I'd brought her here, to this spot on London Bridge. Then I'd gone down on my knees and proposed. The moment I'd done so, everyone with a camera on the briddge had directed it at us! It was a top romantic marriage proposal story.
And when I'd left Chelsea off at the airport that evening, I'd turned my back and ruined everything. I'd done something Terrible, with a girl named Sabina Chaos!
Sabina Chaos!
I was so excited that evening, when I left my lovely Chelsea, so much so that I decided to go to a Night Club in London's West End. I didn't have a difficulty locating a club from a string of Night Clubs found there.
The first person I saw when I showed up at the night club was Sabina. She was standing at the entrance of the club, like a guard. She was tall. Her long and wild hair fell beautifully on her shoulders.
She wore a miniskirt, and her blouse was transparent, and revealed her large boobs, which were not protected by a bra! Her eyes were white and charming, and moved about like that of a mouse, ready for some mischief. She wore gold earrings and was in high-heel, which made her a few inches taller. She was beautiful. She was charming. She was unique. She was the girl guys would go for!
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