Interdimensional Romance

I am a romantic being. I know what I did was wrong, but if I have to be honest, it didn’t affect the universal order of things. I linked the dimensions for one second, maybe two, enough time for them to understand that they had waited for each other. Could you tell me whether love is a sin? Our species could be considered technologically advanced, but we have renounced our feelings to accomplish that. Condemn me if you want it! I have no regrets; I will never regret it!

Saul got up at 5 am. He had a restless night’s sleep. He woke up with his heart racing. The nightmares had been constant since the accident. The bad memories that chased him every night had returned, and he thought: ‘for sure she would be upset about getting up at this time, she always got upset when I woke her before up 7 am’. A bitter grin was drawn on his face.

Carla watched the clock. It was 6 in the morning. That meant another sleepless night. Sleep had become an unknown thing for her. ‘Saul would have slept every night, if I had been the one that…’ She stopped, she didn’t have to think about it or, better yet, her psychologist told her not to think about it. She couldn’t avoid it anyway, in her heart she felt that she wasn’t supposed to be alive.

They looked so lonely, so in need of each other. They simply couldn’t live without one another. You should have seen them, you should have felt what they felt, both blamed themself for the accident, both wanted that the other survived, and both couldn’t bear the idea of living without their loved one.

Saul put on his sportswear. He’d been recommended to work out in order to distract himself and to improve his mood. He hated sports, but it was better than to spending the morning blaming himself, thinking about that terrible moment, and ruminating about everything that had gone wrong. He put on his sneakers, and he got out of his house. The wintry morning hit his face, and he ran with the hope of escaping from his thoughts.

Carla had been meditating since the accident. She tried to focus on her breathing. She was trying to control her mind. However, her mind bit by bit won the battle. She couldn’t abandon the idea that breathing was wrong, and that her heart shouldn’t be beating. She felt like an impostor pretending to be alive. She cried, as she cried every morning.

The accident was a silly thing. They hit a rock in the middle of the road. They didn’t see it because of the fog. The driver survived, the passenger did not. That was the thing. In each dimension, the driver blamed oneself, but their destiny was written since the beginning of time. There wasn’t anything to do, those are the laws of the universes. However, they didn’t understand it and that made them suffer. I just wanted to reduce their suffering.

Brown bread, two boiled eggs, strong coffee and orange juice were Carla’s favorite breakfast, and that was Saul’s sole breakfast since the accident. He ate it religiously every morning. Why had he done this to himself? After the first year he hated eating the same thing every day, but he was still doing it. It was his way of keeping Carla’s memory alive. Every aspect of his routine consisted of doing the same things that he used to do with her to evoke her, to keep her close, and to not forget her. He also didn’t move her things; their home would remain exactly as she left it until the end of time.

Carla’s breakfast was strong coffee. That was her only way to stay up, her only way to find a little bit of energy. Her psychologist told her to stop drinking coffee to treat her insomnia, but it was impossible. Without coffee she wouldn’t have been able to leave her house, and she would have stayed in her bed crying all day long haunted by sad memories. After the accident she thought that she needed a new environment. So she sold the house that she shared with Saul, and she moved to an apartment. She tried to meet new people, but it didn’t work. Saul was the sole love of her life, and she couldn’t live without him.

I found them during my watch at the Solar System. The Earth is a magic place full of interesting beings. I like watching them trying to understand the mysteries of the universes. They are so cute; they are like the children of our species. So curious, so foolish, so ignorant. At the beginning, the suffering of this couple looked unreasonable to me. To hold on to somebody until the point of hurting yourself seemed irrational, a childish thing, a human nonsense; however, something in their story attracted me. It was like deep down inside I could understand them.

He closed the door of his car and he sighed. He turned on the radio, and he listened the same songs he listened to every morning: sentimental songs about eternal love. Thus, he started his way to an unavoidable appointment that took place every day, at the same hour, and in the same location. That day, however, it was a marked occasion.

She left her apartment early, it was a special day, and she set out for a location that she didn’t like to go to. She had to attend an unavoidable appointment. She found a neighbor, whom she always side stepped, in the elevator. It was an uncomfortable moment. Some months ago, they had a friendly relationship. The neighbor thought that there was a possibility for something more and he invited her to a date. She accepted it, but she didn’t go. She changed her clothes, she put on makeup, and she chickened out. She felt like an unfaithful woman. Later, she couldn’t look him in the eye , and when she found him inside the elevator or in the corridors there was an awkward silence.

We have sacrificed our feelings to progress. Love can move mountains, and hate can destroy planets. We’ve known it as long as we can. I am not denying our progress. I’m not denying that since we had abandoned our sentimentality we became a better society. But we are unhappy. Yes, they suffered for the loss of their loved one; but there was a time when they had been happy. At that moment, they enjoyed their existence. At that moment, they felt complete.

He met Carla at a concert. She was two rows ahead. He was captivated when he saw her singing an emotional song loudly. “She’s the woman of my life” he thought. He sneaked up. He looked her in the eye and said: “You don’t know it, but you’ve changed my life forever”.

To her he seemed like a crazy man. “You have changed my life forever” how cheap and corny. But his face showed that he was telling her the truth. “Throw that bone to another dog” she said, and he answered with a bark. She laughed, and from that moment their lives altered forever.

What I wouldn’t give to share insignificant moments with somebody. Every time they woke up, and they saw the person that they loved so much on the other side of the bed, their day was brightened. They didn’t realize it, but every moment that they shared was special because they were together. I don’t know how to explain to you the real meaning of love. It is a weird feeling. Most of the couples that say they’re in love fight all the time. However, there is something that keeps them together. Something that makes them feel incomplete without the other person.

Saul remembered the morning of that tragic day. They had fought. It was an absurd fight about where they were going for Christmas. He wanted to go with his family’s, she wanted to go with hers. He still remembered that he said that Carla’s mother was a witch, and she saw him with hate. There was the first time that he had discovered hate in her look. He was frightened, that was the first time in which he had felt that he could lose her. He took the car keys angrily. She said nothing, she just looked at him contemptuously. The fog, the damn fog hid the killing rock. He didn’t remember how the accident happened. He knew, anyway, that it was his fault.

“He said that my mother was a witch, like his mother was the fucking Cinderella” remembered Carla. In the years they had been in a relationship, they had never spent Christmas at her parents’ house. She felt the need to yell at him, and told him that he was a jerk, an inconsiderate mama’s boy. She was tormented with the idea that she hated him for a second. She even had thought that her life would have been better without him. They got into the car enraged. There was thick fog on the road, and she was driving. She hated driving in the fog, but her anger was stronger, and she didn’t say anything to her husband. She always wondered what would have happened if she had asked her husband for help.

He visited her every morning, he left flowers in her grave, and he always asked for her forgiveness. She avoided the cemetery, she could not manage her guilty feelings, and she used to visit his grave only on special occasions. That day both were in the same place, at the same time. It was the perfect moment. I used all my power to link the two dimensions.

Saul arrived at the cemetery as he did every morning, but this was a special occasion: it was their anniversary. Carla had an unavoidable date with her loved one, she couldn’t leave him alone on their anniversary. He bought roses, carnations, and daisies, her favorite flowers. She brought him a teddy bear; he didn’t like flowers after all. He stopped at the front door, he sighed, and he asked for courage. She stopped at the front door, she sighed, and she asked for courage.

Then Saul looked at Carla. Saul was by her side! There was her hair, and her lips, and her eyes! Her wonderful eyes! He carried some flowers, her favorite flowers! Carla looked a little bit thinner and, she had bags under her eyes. Saul seemed surprised, like he was looking at a ghost. His heart was coming out of his chest, he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t get the words past his throat. Tears rolled down her eyes, but these tears were different from the ones she shed every morning, they were tears of happiness.

Saul saw Carla crying, and then he finally said the words that he had been wanting to say since the accident.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” Saul said.

“No, no I’m the one who is sorry, forgive me,” Carla answered.

“I have nothing to forgive you, I’ll always love you,” Saul said.

“Me too, forever and ever,” Carla said.

And Saul disappeared.

And Carla disappeared.

Condemn me, but they needed that conversation.