will be other days you know."
"Maybe I'm disappointed because I wanted to cut your throat while you slept."
"Is that all you wanted to do to me?"
"You know better than to ask."
"I do. And you know that I love you for your honesty."
"And you know that I hate you for yours."
"Of course."
"I'll see you soon Shiva."
The idiots across the thin strip of road pointed their cameras and as our lips met we were highlighted by a thousand points of flashing light. We parted and the busboy arrived in Shiva's car, a fiery red Lamborghini. She winked at me as she stepped in the car and then with a roar of the engine and a squeal of rubber on asphalt she was gone from my life; at least for the time being
Shiva and I will cross paths again, maybe tomorrow or next month, perhaps a year or two will pass; who knows? That's in my future, in both our futures, and I know that on some level I'm already looking forward to that meeting. I suppose that's the beauty of life; that you never know what each new day will bring. Every sunrise could be your last and I exercise my God given free will in this matter. I choose for myself and for those around me that my life impacts on every day. I refuse to forget what I have done, the people I've hurt, the lives I've destroyed. I embrace the wrongs I have committed, the feelings of guilt and anguish that my betrayal left scared across my immortal soul. I take it and I reject any degree of power it may claim on me.
I know that you can't change the past and you can't always forget it. It is part of who you are; as undeniable as the necessity to breath. But you can change the measure of control that it has over your future, you have to try and face each day no matter how painful that may be.
I choose to live my life.
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About the author
I am a professional make-up artist, artist, writer, actor and X-Box junkie.
I have three children and live in Staffordshire with my crazy dog Theo.
About the story
The idea for Requiem came about by chance - a telephone call off an old friend made me realise that the last time I'd seen her I had tried to drive a stake through her heart (for a short film!) and that was the first line of the story. The idea of two old friends sitting down for a meal and catching up with each other evolved naturally from there.
Sometimes I write in silence, sometimes I like music playing. Requiem was almost exclusively written to the songs of Papa Roach so I would like to extend a special thank you to Jacoby, Jerry, Tobin and Tony for providing me with songs that echo and reflect my own past, present and future.
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