Geplaatst 
(De vorige: Was it a dream?)
Alleen heb ik het deze keer wat serieuzer genomen en heb ik geprobeerd om een echt kortverhaal te maken. Niet zomaar een verhaaltje maar iets waarvan ieder z'n eigen interpretatie kan maken (verklaart ook gedeeltelijk de ongelooflijke vaagheid denk ik..
)Wel wil ik nog zeggen dat je na het lezen ook even de tekst van het nummer & vertaling moet lezen, dat maakt het ook wat duidelijker (ERNA! en niet ervoor!
). Die vind je allebei hier. De vertaling is overigens niet optimaal, ik had er zelf eentje gemaakt maar die is nu even foetsie Als ik hem terugvind, zal ik hem hier ook neergooien.Commentaar op schrijfstijl en taal zijn meer dan welkom
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“You don’t care about me!” she yelled at him, her face reddened by her anger. “You’re completely self-absorbed, you with your stupid depression! Why don’t you just go to a shrink like normal people would do?”
She stopped for a moment or two, giving him some time to respond, but no answer came. He was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, the words rebounding.
Even more infuriated, she leapt over to the sofa and prodded him fiercely in the chest, finishing off her tirade: “You don’t give a oliebol about me!”
Then she left, slamming the door shut as loud as possible.
But her words hadn’t rebounded. This was his ultimate way to show her he did care about her. At the thought of what he was about to do, his stomach made a jump. She would love him forever for this.
They had been driving for almost two hours now, but they weren’t nearly halfway. Looking outside, he gazed at the clear and starred desert sky. The warm breeze brushed against his face. He loved solitude and open space of the desert; this was the perfect time and place to carry out his plans.
Tearing his gaze away from the view outside, his eyes made out the outlines of her perfectly shaped body in the seat next to him. He took her hand with his and squeezed it tenderly.
“Isn’t this nice” he sighed, feeling as if he were in heaven of heavens, “we should’ve done this ages ago.”
He looked at her but she didn’t answer. She seemingly was sunken into a deep sleep and he decided not to wake her.
As he saw a sign that announced there was a liquor store ahead, he realized his mouth had gone dry and decided to pull over at the little shop. There he bought enough booze to get them through the rest of their ride; food was unnecessary since he expected to be at their destination before the end of the night. When he got back in the car, he saw she was still asleep. Putting a hand on her cheek, he exclaimed: “Hun, you’re freezing! Wait a sec, I’ll get you a blanket.”
As he opened the trunk, he saw the items he had put in there for his big surprise and he felt the excitement welling up. He took out a warm woollen blanket and smirked at himself, proud of having planned this whole thing into detail on his own. If this ain’t love, he thought.
For the rest of the journey not a word was spoken. He was delighted, looking forward to his surprise. As his mind went back to what was in the trunk of his car, a wide grin appeared back on his face. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he would present it to her.
After having driven for a few more hours, they finally reached their finishing point. He stopped the car and turned in his seat, facing her. She had been sleeping the whole drive and now still was. He thought she looked beautiful, like an angel, and once again felt his unspeakable love for her. But soon it would be clear how much he adored her.
Taking advantage of the fact that she didn’t notice anything since she was still asleep, he got out of the car to prepare everything. As he inserted his key into the lock of the car’s boot he went through the to do-list he had made in his head. He had to follow the list carefully and step-by-step. One little mistake would ruin of all this.
Making as little noise as possible to not wake her, he made his preparations. He changed his ragged shirt and ripped jeans into his best clothes and took out the bouquet of roses. Luckily the flowers hadn’t withered too much during the long trip. He put one of the bright red roses in his breast pocket along with a little candle and matchbox.
Lastly, he emptied the two bottles, their strong scent prickling his nose and causing him to feel almost sick with excitement. Then it was time.
“Time for your surprise, honey” he smiled as he got back into the driver’s seat. He took the blanket off her body and turned her head so she was facing him.
He reached for the glove compartment and took out the ultimate completion of his surprise. The rose found its place behind her ear, the candle he lit with a match and the bouquet was placed in her hand.
“I’m trying to let you know how much you mean to me. Maybe now you’ll understand.”
He threw the candle out through the open window of the car door. As he leant forward to kiss her cold lips, a luminous warm light arose behind his back. The sounds that reached his ears were like music. This was everything he had ever been waiting for. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
His fingers were enclosing the cool material of which the object he was holding in his hands was made. The weight of the thing made his blood rush through his veins at the speed of light. He held the object at eyelevel and proudly spoke to her: “See? I do love you.”
He looked into her bright blue eyes for one last time and spoke his ultimate words before sending the one thing that would save him from this place through his head. And he would take her with him.
“I mean this forever.”
