Unforgettable
It was a lonesome afternoon for 44 year old Richard Moleskine, like any afternoon Mr. Moleskine was sitting out on his porch, although something felt different. As he watched the children from the neighborhood ride their bikes, play with bubbles, kids making forts on the lawn, He could hear the laughter and as parents would pass by to say hello to drop off gifts to make their inquiry known. Many apologizing and sending in their deepest condolences on the recent loss of his wife. The couple had gone on a trip to celebrate their one year anniversary of marriage, that past summer, that changed the course of their life. The two lovebirds were known to be adventurous and one sky diving adventure turned into a woefully story. Ms. Moleskine, 38, lost her life so suddenly and her husband left with mounts of guilt, regret and heartbreak that could not allow him to surpass the idea of his missing piece. The couple never had the chance to have children on their own. An empty house that the couple only lived months in felt only now like a cold drift. Every night as if it was in a horror movie. Day by day felt no different. Pictures of the couple hanging on the wall from their wedding and all their other trips from riding waves in the Gold Coast to viewing the immaculate views in Norway, Greece, and Nepal. All her fragrances roamed near her vanity. Her work area not touched since. Paintbrushes sat on the desk as it was only a hobby, although she longed for it to be so much more. Her paint and canvases had already been worn out. Mr. Moleskine wakes up every morning only hoping to see his wife next to him, hearing her voice, wishing to smell the freshly brewed coffee downstairs. Moments that he was only able to recollect in his memory. Mr. Moleskine debated having his weekly therapy session, because all were the same. He refused and hated speaking on his emotions. He knew his wife deserved more and could not stand the idea of someone having to remind him of his hurtful decision that shattered his life. 3pm, and as he sits across his therapist. The only thing he awaits is for time to expedite, tick tock, tick tock. Mr. Crumley murmurs a word, but before he could get the full sentence out, Mr. Moleskine chooses to yell in bitterness, as he knows he is angry at the world. Yet again another unsuccessful session. Mr. Moleskine walks out the door and gets into his car and enters his empty home as it would be another night with a TV dinner and sitting out on the porch for it was the only place he felt close to his wife. They spent their afternoons watching the children of the block as the couple longed to one day have some of their own perhaps adopt, but they knew in those moments it would have been in store for them. As Mr. Moleskine came inside from being out on his porch he finished his dinner and about ready for bed. He looked at his wife’s clothing in the closet; a feeling was stirred in him, perhaps it was time. After 6 months of her being gone, it would be best to put away some of her belongings and as he reached towards a box and grabs one piece of a linen sweater pulls it off the hangar he seems physically unable to place her clothing inside the box. He moves away from the closet heads to his bed as he cannot hold himself together begins to pant and cry. Just another sad drifted night alone when suddenly a ring to the doorbell. Mr. Moleskine rushes downstairs as he opens the door to see who it could have been and finds no one at the door. Shuts the door and heads to bed. Morning came and as an early call from his cellphone he answered expecting to hear someone when the phone call was lost. Getting ready for the day and heads to the kitchen to have some breakfast as he will have to head to meet his therapist Mr. Crumley earlier than usual. As he gets in his car and heads down Blaker street he notices a car following him to his destination. Approaching the parking lot the car vanishes and meanwhile Mr. Moleskine steps out into his vehicle and walks into the office to meet his therapist. 30 minutes pass which seems to be yet again an unsuccessful session. Mr. Moleskine leaving the parking lot to head home, turns into the corner of his street and notices the same car that had been following him since this morning had just passed him by. Walking into his home he decides to do something different than usual and decides to look through some of his wife’s belongings. Books she kept near her nook and her favorite cassettes bunched up in one corner and suddenly there it was, a small black notebook about ready to open it; a doorbell ring and as he walks downstairs with this black little book in his hand notices no one is at the door. He finds himself in the living room skimming through this small black notebook that belonged to his deceased wife. Reading it he finds that his wife had been married prior and divorced. Not knowing this information he is confused as to why she never mentioned anything in relation to this. He sits back and continues to read inside the small black notebook to now only find her story began mentioning Mr. Moleskine. She talked about the day they met at the cleaners and how immediately smitten she was to their first date, Richard proposing, all their adventures and trips. All those memories he had were now only kept in a small little black book. He could not believe he had encountered such an amazing gift and how the words in the book were more than all the money in the world. Her very last sentence that was written read “Richard Moleskine is nothing short of amazing and this man is and has given me the best year of my life.” He considered himself lucky and so chosen to have come across, although he had questions he understood his questions would never get answered and he at that moment fully knew it was time to let not her memory fade, but in order for his grieving process to begin he had to put her belongings away, although her memory will always live in his heart. He gathers himself the next day to put away just a few things from his beloved wife. Perhaps this little black book was an answered prayer for him, because at that moment he felt assured it was a decision he had to take place. The doorbell rings and as he opens it he sees these two men dressed in black suits, they tell him “Do not ask any questions. We are here only for business. Give us the small black notebook for a full amount of $20,000” as one of the spies, opens the suitcase showing Mr. Moleskine the case. Mr. Moleskine is confused, but mentions he knows no such thing of a small black notebook. The two spies making their way into the house. Tying up Mr. Moleskine to blindfold him. He hears a third voice and a voice he is fully aware of. He recognizes. Asking "Is that you? Is that really you, Mr. Crumley?"