An Ending
Someone asked me if I had a story ending (not a beginning) that I havent filled out yet. Indeed I do:
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"Now I have told you a story. It is a very simple story. A boy meets a girl, they fall in love, learn to smile, later their smiles dont hold, they part, splitting their friends between them. It was set in NY and they met over a slice of pizza. Now why did I tell you the story.
Because my story is post-love, it begins where you think the love and the story ended. I swore the day we parted that I will remain in her life and not fail her, but I would be invisible. It has not been easy, I had to speak in a way she would know but not hear anything of the past or the future; I had to breathe in a way she would not feel lonely but she wouldnt look or find anybody near her. And I have managed to do that. I was with her when her boy was born and when she breathed her last. I watched over her baby when he was under observation in the hospital, and I shut her eyelids before her family arrived at her deathbed yet no one remembers I was there or wonders why I was not there, I have simply filled the space like the air they breathe.
You wanted a story, I have told you one, but the post story is what I can not tell you, because it is every moment of my life. I have developed an eery stillness --- of mind, matter, and most things --- because of how I lived the past 3 decades. "
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"Now I have told you a story. It is a very simple story. A boy meets a girl, they fall in love, learn to smile, later their smiles dont hold, they part, splitting their friends between them. It was set in NY and they met over a slice of pizza. "
His friend says, "Haruki, that is good. Last time I saw you was in high school. Now we are here at this Jazz club you run, we are sipping sake, and you have told me a story. It is a simple story. But I can tell you have become a storyteller. Now I have to leave. I know I will look in when I in town next time. But something tells me you wont be here. Stories once told, dont leave you. Love and lovers would, but not stories. See you around, Haruki."