Breakable Moments

RYAN RAMOUTAR

BREAKABLE MOMENTS

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Originally published in August 2012 by Blacklight Publishers.

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Dedicated to my Grandparents.

Firstly and more important I would like to thank GOD for His blessings and for giving us all His love. Sincere thanks to Geneva Hosein and the rest of my family for their help and support.

Content:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

The Author

CHAPTER ONE

It was her birthday and Eric knew exactly what to get her. He had already bought it weeks ago.

Hello Eric, he was instantly greeted by one of Tamara’s older sisters, Sally, with a tight hug and a fast peck on the cheek, as he entered through the open low paneled front door into the large front room. Eric had met Sally once before, at her father’s funeral, few years ago. She looked much older now.

Hi, replied Eric, smiling, returning a hug then easily edging away from her voluminous frame.

Come here, sit down, she pulled him down with enthusiasm next to her on the leather couch at one corner, amidst two larger ones in a room full of teenagers.

Where is Tamara? he thought, knowing that he had arrived late. He was expecting her to be amongst the noisy group. After two strenuous hours of deliberating whether to attend or to just send the gift with one of his little cousins, he had finally agreed that it was best to get it done by himself. As reading his thoughts, Sally said briskly:

Tamara’s inside. She’ll be out in a minute or two.

Eric could smell the alcohol in her breath. Everyone except Sally seemed to be oblivious to him, except one young woman who served him a non-alcoholic drink then retreated quietly to the lone white plastic chair on Sally’s end of the couch. The other two couches were over-seated by a heap of young adults. All were probably Tamara’s classmates, all talking in the same time, the loud rock music adding to the chaos.

Sure, he replied to Sally, willing to wait a zillion years just to see Tamara. He could see Tamara’s mother, Miss Sharon, busily dishing out and organizing the meals through the door opposite where he sat.

The old woman worked swiftly for her age of seventy one. Everyone kept chatting continuously. Eric counted fourteen girls and seven boys, including him. He was pondering why Tamara hasn’t shown up, when his thoughts were broken by Miss Sharon’s hands, appearing with a huge pile of food on a plate.

Thanks, he replied, wondering where the hell he’ll put all that food. Where’s Tamara?

Damn girl, she’ll take an hour just to comb her hair, Miss Sharon replied.

Eric smiled, and then froze: Tamara looked amazingly beautiful in her newly green satin dress that stopped just beneath her knees, displaying the rest of her long delicious legs. It was a little too tight for her, causing her glorious breasts to stand out seductively. The gold earrings she wore glittered, along with her very light-brown eyes. Her dark hair was wrapped in a bun, with loose strands falling down the fair face.

She was strikingly adorable. No way could he ever want anyone except her. She was first greeted by all the others with many hugs and kisses: no gifts yet. Eric sat still on the couch, waiting patiently to get Tamara for himself.

Finally, she turned to him; everyone else went back to loud conversation.

Hi, she said, staring into his black pupils.

Hi. He could feel his heart pounding faster than falling raindrops.

You look beautiful, he complimented her. Happy birthday! How could he possibly explain the feeling he experienced when he was close to her? He knew exactly why: it was because of love.

Thank you very much, she smiled. She was about to sit next to him when two punk-looking girls came up and took her by the arms, leading her away through the front door. They soon re-entered and Tamara went to sit with them.

Eric sat patiently, listening to the humorous gossip that Sally was sharing him in her drunken state, about her hometown: who had stolen someone’s bunch of ripe figs from a barrel and who had sneaked one’s man or woman. Time passed by, unobserved, and Eric felt content to see Tamara enjoying herself with such excitement.

If she thinks that is great, he told himself, wait till I give her the ring. He even felt jealous for a split of second for how close the other boys were to Tamara. He ridded that thought quickly, not wanting to venture into ‘dangerous thinking’.

The party continued smoothly and by ten everyone except Eric had either gotten drunk and left or was picked up by their relatives. The time he was awaiting for since the day he had bought the ring had arrived. Tamara stepped inside and hung out her high-heeled shoe after kissing Sally goodbye.

She looks so exhausted, he thought, and cute.

Knowing that Miss Sharon was well occupied with the duties of the kitchen, Eric took his chance: he stepped towards Tamara, meeting her midway in the green walled room.

Had a nice time?Eric asked.

Lovely she cooed, I’m so tired. She attempted to enter the side kitchen door when Eric held her hand gently. He could feel the pulse on her wrist accelerate. Of course she knew he loved her. Since they were twelve he had told her that. Something knotted in her stomach.

Tamara, his voice pleaded. She turned back to him. Happy birthday! At least he was able to say that much. He slipped a small box into her small, neat palm. Her hand fisted around it as she stared into his eyes.

In the silky box, when opened, Tamara found the most beautiful onyx jeweled gold ring she had ever seen. Onyx was her birthstone: it symbolized conjugal felicity. The oval jewel shone bright rainbow colors as she slowly removed it from the little red box.

Eric reached for the ring and placed it onto her delicate wedding finger. It was not a wedding ring but it would do until. They knew they were too young to get married. All he wanted to know was if she loved him as much as he loved her.

Tamara, you know I love you so much…

Before he could have finished, she took her eyes off the ring, looked at Eric’s dark eyes, and sped inside.

Eric stood there, wondering if he had seen the forming tears in her eyes. From as young as he could remember, he’d had a huge crush on her. He wasn’t even disturbed when he heard rumors of her being with many guys. He never saw that himself. Maybe he’d been told that by the same guys who wanted her. In his eyes, she was a princess. She was his queen-to-be.

Eric slumped again on the seat and rested his head against the chilly leather. He and Tamara were the best of friends, almost like a brother and a sister. Still he didn’t quite know her. Her flee from him was far too unexpected. Why did she run away? He was dying to know what she really thought of him. He considered leaving but, when he was about to, Tamara reappeared. Her eyes were tear-swollen.

Hey, she said, trying to sound casual.

What’s up? at least he didn’t try to be, his voice dipped in worried sadness.

Eric, I… I’m sorry I…

Don’t be, he cut her off. I just want you to know how I feel about you.

Their gazes locked for a moment.

Eric, please, let me think about this. She sounded exhausted.

Sure, but can you make it fast, please? He deliberately pleaded. The onyx ring was on her finger and he still could not comprehend the reason for her tear-swollen eyes. He was standing close to her, looking downwards only a little. She was just a couple of months younger than him. Three months, two days to be exact. His hands reached out to hers.

Tamara, I really don’t care about what people have to say. I’ve loved you ever since. Eric