IN THE GREATER SCHEME OF THINGS
He thought his heart would break into a thousand pieces.
The anguish was more than he could bare.
Losing her under such cruel circumstances was a punishment worse than death.
How would he explain what happened? He would not believe it if he had not been there himself to see her snatched callously from his hands.
He had loved her since the first time he saw her.
He had first seen her at the yard near his office. The first time he had seen her he had had to do a double take.
Her eyes are what he noticed first -- they were clear, without blemish, startling. Her skin was smoother to the touch than anything he knew. Her legs were sturdy but shapely.
He stared at her shamelessly as she stood there, seemingly unbothered by the scorching sun or the intensity of his gaze.
He had to have right there right then.
He asked around about her ... she was new to the area ... unused by anyone ....her uniqueness might cause him trouble in the future ... very few knew how to deal with her ....
But he was smitten, all the concerns went over his head largely unnoticed and mostly unheard. He wanted to get to know her. But he did not know where to start.
He thought a test drive would be in order but they were adamant that he would have to show real cause before he could even turn her own.
His mouth had gone dry in anticipation. His palms were now sweaty.
He would be back, he promised.
It was weeks before he mustered the capacity to come back. Was she still there? Would she this time leave with him? Would he be rejected?
This time it was an overcast day. The dark ominous clouds threatening to let loose their load and spoil his date with destiny ... that's what he had decided to call her, never mind what her real name was. They were meant to be and no one would tell him otherwise.
His heart skipped a bit when she was not where she had last seen her in the corner by the restaurant.
He looked around frantically. He could barely breath.
Finally he saw her, coyly peering at him from around the metallic blue BMW.
He could have danced a jig there and then, but his ego would not allow him such displays of public affection.
He kept cool, braced himself for the negotiations that were to follow, steeled his resolved for today he was not leaving without her come rain or high water.
Eventually he had her in his hands. She was as comfortable as he had dreamt. She had an easy way about her and her laugh when she did was like a soft purr.
He couldn't wait to know her better, explore the country with her and discover her limits.
He must be the envy of everyone -- man and woman alike, she was that dazzling.
His love for her tended between adrenaline charged teenage infatuation to an obsessive possessiveness , always intense, never boring, and a romantic fondness that was disturbing to see ... that's what others remembered of their romance.
She took all she got from him and reflected it back at him in equal measure reliably and consistently.
For three good years he had not looked at another woman, neither she another man
He wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Just like life, a new coat of paint, reupholstering an engine overhaul, was bound to do wonders for their relationship.
He remembers it like it was yesterday, which it was.
He had been restless all night. Looking back he should have known something was wrong. He was awake earlier than usual.
She was gone!!!
He could have got a heart attack right there and then, bare chested and in his boxers. He called her name but she was nowhere to be seen. As ridiculous as it sounds now he actually got down on his knees to look for her under the bed.
He didn't know what to do, who to call. He couldn't think straight.
It was all he could do to jump into his pants and throw a short, which he buttoned and unbuttoned on his way to the police station.
"I want to report a theft" was all he could manage before he broke down in slobbering mess, in front of the indifferent police man on duty.
It was a struggle to get through his statement, the police were struggling to make sense of his narrative .... you mean kidnap ....no, she was stolen ...but you said she was your nini ....Oh Ok! you were confusing us ....
Eventually it was done. They would let him know if they made any progress. Yes, he could pass by after work on his way home...
At work he would look at the clock and it would be 10 am ... he would look again after an hour and it was 10:15 .... the looooongest day of his life.
He was tempted several times during the day to feign illness and take the day off, but he didn't.
He slogged through the day and couldn't get faster out of the door at the end of the day.
He turned the corner to the police station and suddenly as if the day couldn't go slower, his life suddenly went into even slower motion.
There she lay in the police yard bent out of shape, her headlights shattered beyond repair, her previously smooth body scratched and dented, most likely beyond repair. He approached her looked inside, glass strewn all around her interior, the leather of interior ripped and torn.
She had been in a terrible accident on the expressway ... most likely it was a write off ... did he want to sell for scrap?
He fainted!
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