[Fiction] The Last Hour of The Day

Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers). How do you use those extra sixty minutes?

Daily Post 14-Oct-14; Twenty-Five Seven

Standing on the balcony in the middle of night, a man tried to light his cigarette up repeatedly. Some foul languages were said whenever the wind made his fire dead in instant. Thankfully, after who-knows-how-many times attempts, the cigarette has finally lighten up. He took a deep breath while leaning on the fence; smoking the cigarette between his fingers as much as he could. As his stare landed on the clock behind the curtain- inside his bedroom, he couldn’t help to sigh upon the realization that the day would over soon enough.

He walked towards the bedroom, not forgetting to throw away the cigarette that he has just smoked only for a bit. He sat down on the bed, adoring a figure of woman which was slumbering deeply there. With a warm smile on his face, he then stroked her cheek gently; made the latter reflexively stirring within her sleep. He stopped right away as soon as she opened her eyes and smiled to him, knowing that his doing has disturbed her beautiful sleep.

“Henry…” whispered her with the half-lidded eyes, trying her best to smile though she was deadly tired by now.

“Do I disturb you?” asked him in whisper as well.

“Everything is going to be okay… right?” asked her back, showing a slight worry on her face in instant.

A brief of silence, as he was still stunned upon the question. He didn’t want to lie, honestly; but on the other side, he knew that lie would be the best at the moment. “Yes… Yes, you will remember again tomorrow,” he answered, stroking her hair lovingly. “Just go to sleep again, okay?”

“Mmm. I love you, Henry,” replied her, before going into her slumber again.

“I love you too, Lucy…” whispered him back, as he was leaning towards her to kiss her lips gently.

I will always make you remember our love… Always.
Until there’s no tomorrow left for me.

There, being alone within the cruel world, the man spent the last hour of the day with a woman whom he loved dearly; with all his heart. He wanted to savor their last minutes- their last seconds of the day as much as he could, when she was still able to at least recognize her feeling towards him; when she was feeling loved…

One hour- no, even one minute longer would still be much appreciated by him. Heck; even every second did, before the next day came and the man had to make another attempt; to make her recognized how they were in love with each other.


AN.

  1. As I don’t think an extra hour will give us any significant difference, I decide to think this prompt as how the last hour of the day will be spent.
  2. This is a Flash-Fiction / Drabble; which means, neither the events nor characters are real. The idea is taken from 50 First Dates movie; starred by Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore, where the woman always forgets the man every time the day changes (when she is awaken at the next day, to be exact). You could say this is a sort of fanfiction of the movie too.

written by ryns

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