The famous yellow violet most awaited by the broken hearted people is getting more and more beautiful. As for me, seeing him touched an old memory. A pile of prose stanzas crammed into characters, right. I just want to pour out these notes. The discordant tone that floats in the courtyard of the heart that is in an uncertain direction. However, the bag I carried only had mineral water and two shirts and trousers. I let my cellphone die in my hand, after I took out the card and split it in two.
Now I don't know where these feet will take me. Only armed with instincts and a thread of desire that at this time I do not want to go home.
The twilight's expression is getting more and more beautiful, when a yellowish glow earths the whole world. My eyes were glued to the beautiful tinge of that night's accompaniment. Remember the incident where the wound occurred. When with my own eyes, I witnessed the lustful struggle. Another fondness of lovers who have been separated for a long time and recently reunited. While I, betrayed, was glued to an open door. I was transfixed for a few moments, before finally a voice pulled me back and dragged me to a reality that I had to witness bitterly.
"Latitude, it's not what you see .."
My eyes scanned the surroundings. I rearrange this raging feeling. Trying to convince yourself that things don't always go the way you want them to. Not infrequently, the universe tells us something that we shouldn't have, which it is said, perhaps, that something is not good for us. Although not infrequently also with painful surprises.
Even when this heart began to accept the pain that was scratched by the girl with the moon's eyes, at night I was again surprised by the arrival of his father and mother with an angry look and hands on their hips. In front of my whole family, they asked me to take responsibility for a small creature which they say is currently residing in the poor girl's tiny womb. I looked into his glassy eyes. Her pitiful eyes, her tiny quivering lips as if pleading for mercy. I want to stuff his tiny lips with mine, scorn him with questions. Forget all the rules that I have obeyed. But everything is only in the imagination. I was aware that the situation might just get more complicated.
So in front of all my extended family, along with my father and mother who are none other than my own aunt, I say out loud that I never dared to touch her even an inch. I also said that this self has never once tasted the beauty that I shouldn't have before the wedding. In an increasingly loud sob, I explained with my fist the events of the other day that would probably be a lifelong trauma for me. I urge the girl I used to love the most. And there he confessed his actions with someone who was none other than my own brother. Everyone who saw it was like being struck by lightning.
After the girl said that not only once did they do something indecent. A pair of sharp eyes stared at me who was standing straight without hesitation. I stared back at him calmly. I couldn't find a speck of regret in his eyes. So without me realizing a boom landed on my left temple. And followed by blows on the cheeks and lips. I replied with pleasure. Take advantage of my precious time before someone breaks up that embarrassing fight. A fight between brother and sister just because of a woman.
I rubbed the corners of my lips that tasted salty, with a wide smile I showed my arrogance to my own sister. As if he didn't care what happened to my love, to our extended family. I removed the ring that had always been perched on my ring finger, I said without any burden that I had now freed the girl who had hurt my heart deeply.
"Bi, I will return this matchmaking ring. Your daughter has found a man who loves her more than me".
I left the crowded room and headed for my room. I did not heed the apology from my aunt and uncle. I'm done. I have given up everything. But to say I'm fine with this betrayal, I'm clearly lying. Long before the match began, I even had feelings for him. So when the match arrived, I assumed that I was not the Owl who missed the moon. When he also said the same thing, about him who also harbored feelings for me, that's where I was more convinced to accept this matchmaking.
With a happy heart, I carve my promise that I will never let go until death comes. Until I never thought it turns out lie after lie that sticks out by itself. Opening doors that I have never found before, then forcing me to open them one by one and showing me a very bitter reality, which I never imagined before, he who I love is able to do such prejudices that I never expected to be real.
A clear drop fell I couldn't avoid. I smiled as I realized how fast the time was changing. The starry sky stretches out like a rug. All I know is this heartache is gaping. But the day after tomorrow, it will rise again like the sun accompanied by the dawn.
End
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