Eloise Vashner, Mignonette, El

(Finish this book at dawn. The fresh breeze was waving high to me from the balcony, brought me the essence of autumn. Thanks to the silence of night which enable me to read and to think.

    Eyes closed. Imaging myself to be surrounded by the fragrance of mignonette.)

    "Eloise Vashner, Mignonette, Eloise Vashner."

     I heard the whisper of the young man, who devoted all his soul to his dearest one---Eloise Vashner. She is of medium height and slender, with reddish golden hair and the most of all, had a dark mole near her eyebrow. At the eye of the young man, she was his Aphrodite, his hope, and all of what his life meant. He was born for her, conquered by her, and at last, willing to die for her---on account of her despairing disappearance.

     I cannot guess what broke them apart, whatever a argument, a accident or forced by the harsh living reality. However, there is no doubt that it was only the deepest pain that was able to tear this pair who had considered each other his or her soul-mate for the rest of their life. Truly, god offered the miserable young man and the young lady the last opportunity to their reunion, but unfortunately at heaven, after their death.

     We can never claim that:" After reading this story, I can have a deep understanding of what the young man's had suffered." Every time when I read some heartbroken sentences and great sympathy rose from my heart, and wanted to close the book to do that claim,I would wondered to myself---How? How could we get the comprehension of what the young man had experienced when we have nearly no insight of the gravest tribulation in the world? Even comparing the most unlucky event of my personal life, to what the poor young man had taken mentally since his affectionate one vanished, I feel the strike of his girlfriend's disappearance on the young man's mind can go beyond my wildest imagination.

     Please do not recklessly wear the young man the hat of a coward just because he chose to end his life by suicide. He had nothing but regretlessly, inexhaustibly starting the way of his tracing, experiencing thousands of suddenly rising hope and great disappointment coming after. I bet no one would have the guarantee that he have the capacity to take thousands of hurt with no disorder psychologically. But the young man making through all these hardship, with only one thought, the only one sentence in his mind---"To find her".

      I am not sure whether his effort could be called great love, or his willing power to stay tracing his girlfriend for countless times could be called responsibility and bravery. But if not, what else could?

     I have wondered whether the young man would choose to suicide if he knew the truth of the landlord. The answer I think will be yes, maybe truly it for the destiny.

      The last  several paragraghs, for the young man.

      He thanked her and went back to his room. Then he turned the gas full again and laid himself gratefully on the bed.

      The perfume of Mignonette had departed. His close his eyes, whispered sweetly like the first day he met her.

      "Eloise Vashner, Mignonette, Eloise Vashner."

2014-10-14

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