The Romance of Rachel and Far-The Final Chapters
The house was dark. Slowly Rachel rose out of bed. The clock read 3:11 a.m. She headed for the bathroom. The light went on and blinded her. Quickly she shut it off. She reached for her candle, struck a match and lit it. Looking up in the mirror, she yelped, seeing the reflection of Far behind her in the bathroom mirror.
“Hello Dear.” He said, a roguish smile crossing his face.
Frightened, she quickly turned around.
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Waking up in a cold sweat, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“What’s the matter honey?” he mother asked concerned, cradling Rachel in her arms, “You were screaming.”
It was just a dream. Another horrible dream caused by her sickness, both physical and spiritual.
“What are you talking about?” Rachel played dumb. She didn’t want anyone to know how badly she truly hurt by the lack of Far’s presence; how she was dying inside without him. But somehow she knew her mother knew. Mom’s always knew.
The next day her mother came out and asked her about the dream.
“I don’t remember mom, I swear.” Rachel hated lying, but hated talking about Far even more. It tore at her heart more than anyone would ever know. He was her most favorite and most feared subject to talk about.
“Well, if you remember and want to talk about it let me know.” Her mother replied as she wrapped her arms around her warmly.
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Two days later Rachel’s mother beckoned her into her bedroom to have a “private” talk with her. Rachel was not looking forward to it.
“C’mon honey. I need to talk to you about something.” Her mother said mischievously.
“Oh great. This better not be stupid mom.” Rachel said crankily. She wasn’t in a good mood because the day before she had to go to the doctor and it was hard on her, and she was in a lot of pain that day.
“Oh trust me, its not stupid. And, its good, very good.” Her mother replied even more mischievously and very cheerfully.
Rachel slowly rose out of bed, groaning and rolling her eyes, and followed her mother.
After Rachel arrived in her mother’s room, she took a seat on her bed.
“Now I asked you in here cause I want to talk to you about this boy I have been told about.”
“MOM!”
“Now Rachel, he is very nice.”
“Is his name Far?” Rachel asked cheekily.
“No, but he is 5’7”, wears glasses, is Hispanic, Jewish, is awfully sweet, and nerdy.”
Rachel didn’t want to admit it but she was intrigued. He was awfully close to being like Far. He just didn’t have the voice.
“Oh!” Her mother continued, “and he has a great voice just like Far.”
“SHIT!” Rachel thought.
But why was Rachel getting nervous? She could rightfully pursue other men. Far had given her no reason not to. For God sakes, he had even told her to “stop harassing him”. She wasn’t even suppose to contact him ever again. The ball was in his court. So why should she wait around and wither while he figures things out? Oh, that’s right, cause he is her soulmate.
“No thanks Mom, I think I am gonna wait for Far.”
“Wait honey, I don’t think Far is gonna come around. I love you. And I know you dreamt about him before you met him. But maybe Far wasn’t the boy from your dream. Maybe this boy is the boy. Can’t you just give him a chance?”
So now Rachel was left with a choice to make. Should she wait for Far, or give this guy a chance?
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It had been three days and Rachel was considering whether or not to give this new guy a call. Maybe he was the boy from her dream? She held his number in her right hand and Far’s picture in her right.
God, what do I do? Please tell me what to do? If only Far would call, if he would just call, then I would know what to do. Just call. Call and hang up. Something. Email me a blank email. Something. I don’t care. Some sign that you still care.
Suddenly her brother Mark entered the room.
“Hey Rach! What’s up? You call that guy yet.” He asked in his usual cheerful, nosey way.
“No, I am not sure I should. I am not sure if I am ready to give up on Far.” Rachel responded thoughtfully as she continued looking at the photo and number.
“Oh… But Far is an asshole. Look what he did. This other guy seems way nicer and better... plus he’s Jewish!” Mark added mocking their mother.
“I dunno Marky. I am scared. I don’t want to risk it.” Rachel said, quickly returning the mood to a serious tone.
“Well calling him isn’t anything. If Far calls you, you can just stop calling this guy.”
“No, I don’t wanna even do that. I wanna remain completely abstinent and faithful. I want Far to see how important he is to me.”
“Well, I don’t think Far deserves you. But whatever makes you happy.” He remarked as he got up to grab a snack.
What the hell am I suppose to do? I wish I knew.
Rachel looked up to the ceiling.
“Please show me what to do God.” She whispered.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as tears rolled down her cheeks. This was one of the hardest decisions she had ever been faced with. Slowly she turned her head downwards, and opened her eyes. With tears flooding her vision, God showed her the path to take.
(To be continued)
