A Love Story

The sun was shining bright. Vincent brushed his hand over his forehead to wipe off the sweat, but his hand stopped halfway through. His eyes had caught the blistering glance of long blonde hair. He knew that blonde hair, like it was his own. Once it had been his to call 'mine', but no longer could he do that. Vincent couldn't believe what he was seeing.

She hadn't changed her mind, had she?

Last time he'd seen her, she had been flirting with a prick from town. She had made it obvious to Vincent that he was in the past and that he was no longer on her mind and she was telling him with her action that he had to move on, too. Not that he could do that, he loved her too much for moving on.

His eyes didn't betray him, though that was definitely what Vincent thought had happened to him. She was really walking on the sandy path that let to his small little vineyard.

Vincent straightened up, unsure what do to. Should he call out to her? Or just let her walk towards the house and not answer her at all, in other words, ignore her?

He couldn't do that. He already felt that peculiar feeling he always felt when he was near her. He had no words for them, but in his head he loosly discriped them as strong cables pulling him to her.

Once they had pulled her to him, too.

That was in the past. He shouldn't be thinking of that, it would only cause distraction and pain. Vincent looked at his one true love again. She hadn't changed much. She was a little older, there were some lines in her face, though they could've been caused by her desire to laugh and to talk. Vincent heard the sound of laugher in his head again, he hadn't forgotten it. She was holding an umbrella, to keep her face out of the sun, and her white-with-blue summer dress was the real incarnation of freedom, joy and love. It fitted her perfectly. Vincent knew that the deep blue eyes would match perfectly with the dress. His eyes darted to her feet and he saw that she was wearing the most impractical shoes for a farmer country.

The shoes also explained why she was walking so slowly and carefully. The tall heels were thin. She had her face bent to the ground, to watch where she was going.

Suddenly she looked up and stared right into his eyes. It felt like he was hit by lightening. His entire frame was on fire. He didn't care that she had told him goodbye, he didn't think about his dirty hands that had been working on the field all day, all he knew and all he saw was her.

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I think this is a nice beginning for a short story, don't you agree? No, it isn't perfect yet, but it will get better in time.