The fate of Elisa and Samuel

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Once upon a time, in a strange strange land, where true love was accessible on line and your "first" was hardly ever your "last" lived a Fair Lady that went by the name of Elisa. Elisa was not born in a castle or silk blankets, she was actually born in a hospital along with other 15 people who would have nothing to do with her future life. Almost nothing about her birth was magical, except for one single thing. The instant she came into the world, she was marked with a destiny that was prophetic: She was to meet and fall in love with a shiny knight who had been born the same day, two years earlier; and by entwining they would grant on themselves a happy ending, sponsored by destiny.


Of course, like in all prophecies, Elisa was not to know her fate for that would ruin the entire purpose. But she instead would have to acquaint this enchanted knight on her own, and the future would make sure of this meeting to happen. Because this was not just any knight, and this was not just her prophecy, but also Samuel's. He had been born in the same strange world, in the same strange day, just two years earlier; and he had been to marked to encounter the fair lady and live happily ever after.

Given the condition of her birth, Elisa had always felt beneath her skin that happiness and joy was out there, somewhere, she just had to go out and find it. This same feeling made her find in her childhood great friends and have amazing adventures, and when she was an adolescent to fin romantic partners to have melodramatic relationships.

Her first boyfriend was 18 and she was 15, with him she learned that age didn't always mean experience, or intelligence for that matter, she also learned that one could tell a bad kiss from a good one without previous knowledge. Then she met a good boy, from a good family, who made a good impression with her parents, they looked good together and she always had a good time. But at her short age of 16 she had already learned that happiness was not all about good, but deeper. That relationship ended well, very educational for both, although so much good did not help with her next conquer.

Neither her cliqued father saying "that boy is trouble" or her worried mother trying to ground her and buying her away from him, or even said boy trying to go too far in the first way stopped her from dating him. He was a rocker, and at the time it really looked like happiness, him taking her in motorcycle to some nasty bar to play her some 80's rock songs. But somewhere between graduating high school and knowing the real world she woke up from the teenage dream: rock music cannot feed you.

Meanwhile, Samuel's condition had not been the same, when he was born and marked with his happiness prophecy, Elisa had not yet been born so technically speaking the key to his whole happiness did not exist in the world until two years after his birth. Because of this he had always known deep inside of him that there was no such a thing as the mystic happiness everyone spoke of, that it was only a self-built myth. To the prophecy it could also have helped his drunk and finally leaving mother. But that's another story.

Samuel's first relationship, or however you call the girl who climbed his window every now and then to made out with him in his room and talk about nonsense. And it would be common to think this girl, Candice, was rather easy, but she couldn't help it. Because of his pessimism, good things had their way to get to Sam's life, maybe just for the irony. And so this girl could not help but to be attracted to the emotional pit hole he seemed.

After Candice, Sam realized that perhaps relationships were not only useful, but in a way needed, because to him it was about a mutual agreement to satisfy each other's needs, each other's passionate and so joyful needs. So Samuel just continued his life, not knowing he was destined to encounter the love of his life soon, having an empty relationship after the other. Maybe it was his sixth sense waiting for the right one, or just his incapability of trusting them all.



And destiny may had not planned for all this, but it knew that they were perfect for each other. Her shine would complement his lack of, his detailed planning could complement her intensity of the moment, all their wrongs would be righted by the other, or at least destiny had foreseen so.

One day Samuel woke up with an itch, and itch that came from inside his chest. It persisted and could not be scratched, or rubbed, or removed with deep breathing, or with mid-term finalization. He got to think it was need for contact, so he made a call and called a friend-who-he-occasionally-had-sex-with and it went away for a while, but it came back. Now, this could have been a rash who he passed on to the girl, or it could be, he later thought of, a yearn for something, something more than just friends-who-he-occasionally-had-sex-with. But it could just be a rash. Regardless of it, weeks later a friend from high school had invited him to his college, to some informal ball (keg party), there he was introduced to a group of girls, including a cute brunet with light green eyes who went by the name of Elisa.


Coming out of a terrible patch of college boys Elisa was fed up of them, and like many women around the world, one day she had a breakthrough: she didn't need men in her life, she was a strong and independent woman. She had to move on from all the dating and the neediness that involved her current status. Within weeks she became an expert in self-improvement books, yoga and decent dieting, and basically all the stuff strong independent women do. She had not even finished "Welcome to temptation" when she started seeing the decent looking man working at the library. He is mature and nice she though, but it turns out that mature men working at libraries are too... men (jerks).

This hit Elisa hard, bringing her into a personal crisis, she had for too long let her so called happiness depend on the men she dated and the relationships she had. She entered into a sort of depression, which led to a friend intervention, which led to one of her guy friends almost forcing her to go to some frat informal ball (keg party).


“She’s Elisa” said Jon to high school friend

“Hi, I’m Sam” he said, waving “I go to art school, here in Phily” he said, smirking

“So, you’re an artist…” she said, sounding judging

“Well, I sometimes like to think so, I’m majoring in photojournalism.” He said, getting no impression “sometimes I wonder if I should just get into a real school and study actual journalism” he laughed, then they (except Elisa) laughed, because that is what undergrads do when one jokes about changing majors, laugh nervously.

“Perhaps you should” she said, looking away “I’ll go get some beer…”

That was their last conversation for the rest of the night.



“What’s with Elisa man?” Samuel asked Jon

“She’s been through a rough time lately with guys you know…” said Jon looking at her

“Does she have some sort of boyfriend?” asked Samuel

“Bad time man, bad time” said Jon, knowing of his so called “reputation”


That was the last time he heard of her that night


“Did you see how he kept looking at you?” asked Shauna (the best friend)

“Who? The art guy?” she pointed at Sam wearily

“He’s cute” Shauna said. Samuel was cute

“Shauna! ‘He’s cute’ is what got me in this mess” she said, pouring beer in the red cup “plus, he’s totally a player” she said.

“You can’t know that…” her friend naively said

“Believe me, by now I can, or should. Just watch how he looks at girls, like he knows for a fact they will all run into his arms” she drank the beer “and that was not even funny ‘I guess I should change’” she loosely imitated him. It indeed had not been funny “Stupid men” she said, finishing the cup and crushing it.


That was the last time she wanted to ever see him.


And despite of a bad start, the lovers to be had already met, and destiny had set the course of things into motion, there were in game forces greater than Elisa’s men problems and Samuel’s trust issues. Such forces involved Jon giving up Elisa’s number to Samuel, which strangely was not taken as an act of a Cupid, but instead that of a shitty friend. Said forces had also arranged that Elisa finally agreed to meet Samuel because she needed a photographer for an Advertising final project. The gears were working.


And so they met, and worked together getting shots of the city to promote the tourism with an edgy view. While Samuel had thought of going for classy contrasted with grunge, Elisa had even sketched a mockery of classy with Traveler adventure of the city of Philadelphia. Somewhere in-between they worked hours in the editing and placing and shooting, and knowing they had both been scared of Alf growing up, and getting to know each other’s favorite trashy celebrity which they kept in secret, and also about their mutual passion for Sherlock Holmes.


The gears were running Fate had planned well the matching; it was matter of time for the prophecy to be fulfilled. Elisa had found someone she could rely on, and Samuel had found someone who he could actually see himself in a long term relationship. Better days began for the both of them, their ancestral tie had brought them together and now they knew they were right for each other.


Then it came. That which destiny had not foreseen forging their union: They had had entire lives previous to their encounter.



“I sometimes feel like I’m not enough for you”


“You keep pushing me away every time we get too close”


They were meant for each other, they truly were. And the fact that they could find one another was a miracle, and it should all have gone the way it was planned, but as it happens Destiny had not though about the fact that they would both have histories. She couldn't bare his never complete giving in, and she had too much emotional baggage not to be able to have a fresh start. It was not the right time. If only they had met years earlier, or later, or even one day.


Now their fate was broken, they would never be happy, at least with each other.









[how else could I write about romance?]
by I'm the penguin



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