Judy

"Could you just stop it?" the frustrated man fixed his shirt, as he groaned. 

His father was harshly dragged into the living room, who was now laying on the floor.

 "I- I wanna go back to the old house." 

The old man said between sobs. The young man sighed, and ran his hand through his short curls. 

"How many times have I told you dad?! I'm not leaving you there alone!" he yelled, unable to control his temper this time. 

The old man clutched onto a small Polaroid within his hands with his eyes closed. 

"Judy," He whispered as a tear shed. The young man then softened, as he kneel down, looking sympathetically towards his father. 

"Mom is gone dad, you know that. She's never coming back." He licked his dried lips, as he felt his heart ache when those words came out of his mouth. 

"NO! She never was! She's waiting for me, at our old house!" the old man protested, loud. 

"Dad," the young man didn't know what else to say. 

He too was heartbroken when his mother passed away, but he knew, no one could be more devastated at this moment compared to his father. 

"Shut up! Leave me alone!" The old man pushed his son away, got up, and locked himself in his room.

*

"Judy?" The old man reached out, it was her, it was Judy, right in front of his eyes. She looked so young, her hair tied into a neat ponytail, pink lips, and the smile of hers, that kept him awake for hours. 

Judy smiled, as she held onto her husband's hand. Music started to play in the background. Judy placed his husbands hand around her waist and started to dance along with the music. 

The old man twirled Judy around, gave her small lift, and embraced her in his arms. Judy giggled, she missed how they danced when they were young. 

They felt so free, so warm and so in love. 

The music slowed its pace, the old man's hands still wrapped around Judy, tight. 

While Judy rested her head on his broad shoulder as they magically moved along with the music. Both of them wish that this moment would last forever, who wouldn't? 

The warmth they've shared together never faded, their heartbeats never fail to go uneven, no matter how many times they've seen each other. 

Their love was unbreakable.

 "Your hair still smells the same." The old man complimented, loving the lingering scent coming from his wife's hair. 

"I love you too." Judy whispered. Judy knew exactly what the old man meant. The old man never got the courage to express how much he loved her, not even a simple 'I love you' came out of his mouth before. And yet, Judy knew that, when her husband compliments her hair, it's his way of saying I love you. 

God gave both of them an amazing gift, to be cherished forever, a gift called true love. 

What comes around goes around, everyone knows that forever after is a lie. 

A white lie I suppose, it brings hope, but it crushes you deep down inside when it exposes its true meaning. 

They've always wished for happily ever after, when the stars shine brightly in the sky. 

Stars, were meant to bring hope, to bring warmth and comfort. But no one accepted the fact that they were already dead. 

Our wishes, our hopes, were dead too. The old man's eyes shot open, regretted that he had woken up. It was all just a dream, a dream that was too far to reach, too good to be true.

 His hand was still tightly gripping onto the picture, the one and only picture they took together when they were in their twenties. Judy was wearing a pastel blue floral dress, while he was in a white tee and a blue pair of jeans. 

A tear escaped, when he thought about how sudden Judy had left him. Judy was his savior, his wife and most of all, his soulmate. He never thought that death was the one who was going to tear them apart, he never saw that coming.

 "I love you, Judy." he whispered, looking at the Polaroid, carefully caressing his wife in the picture. 

*

One day, he left his son's apartment, as he decided to go back to where he belonged. He brought along some money, clothes and their Polaroid.

 He hopped onto a bus and sat alone. The journey was 5 hours long, and yet, his eyes are wide opened. After getting off of the bus, he started to walk. 

He refused to take a taxi or asked anyone to help, he wanted to make it to the destination himself. Along the way, he met some cranky teenagers, pushing his around, with pocket knives, asking him for money, he gave them everything, all his money, his clothes. 

Expect for the Polaroid he held so tight with both of his arms. Unsatisfied by the small amount of money they've got from the old man, they started besting him up, kicking him, until he dropped onto the cold tar surface. 

They took the Polaroid from the old man, the old man struggled hard, trying to hold onto it, but failed. The teenagers laughed at his Polaroid, threw it onto the floor and started stomping on it. 

The old man cried. Afraid that the old man might get any attention, the young group ran away. The old man didn't care, he slowly got up and dusted the Polaroid, placing it on his chest, where his heart was.

Hurt, he started to limp towards his destination.

 A loud roar of thunder broke through the surface of the sky as droplets of rain dropped from the sky. But it didn't stop the old man. He slipped, endless times, because of the rain.

 In the end, he took of his shoes and continued his journey, barefoot. It took him two hours to reach his destination.

 He was exhausted, injured, but still he was happy. The slumped onto the floor after successfully opened up the front door of his old house and inhaled deeply. 

The smell that he mesmerized for so long. He could barely even open his eyes. 

He took the Polaroid out from his pocket, and said, "I'm back Judy." 

He then looked to his right. Judy was laying right beside him. Her features were all the same. 

"I'm glad your back." Judy whispered and held his hand.

 The old man smiled, and drifted into a deep slumber, to a world that he and Judy would reunite.