I looked at him as he was trying to escape from my gaze. He remained calm. He was wearing his formal white long sleeves as two buttons were unclasped, revealing his chest. He paired it with his fitted jeans and white shoes. I looked at his face, his eyes were strongly deep. I can smell his machismo scent. His hair was so clean. Overall, he's as handsome as before.
"Happy Valentine's Day," I said, trying to change the mood.
He directly looks at me with a great paradox hidden in his eyes. He bites his lips as he was trying to control himself. He ignored me. Only the strong wind responded to my greetings.
I take a deep sigh and removes my stare from him. I looked at the stars and witnessed how it shines through the dark.
"I'm sorry," I said as I try to swallow my pride.
He just keeps on ignoring me. How good is he in dismissing my presence? Now I know how it feels to be rejected and ignored. Now I know how he feels.
"Is this what you want? You're just going to ignore me? Look I know my words were sharp but so was yours. I'm trying, okay. I know how problematic your situation is but please don't give up on me. Don't give up on us. Are you tired of fighting for our relationship? Are you tired of fixing me?" I said as punched his shoulder.
His silence irritates me. I punched him with all of my force. Begging him to answer. Please tell me.
"Now you're like your father," he said as he removed my hand from his shoulder.
I was stunned by what he said. It was the heaviest word that he said. I hate my father. I hate him so much but I didn't notice that I was slowly turning into a freak, just like him.
"What?" I uttered my word as his words can't process in my mind.
He giggled.
"Don't let me repeat those words, It'll only break your heart princess. You should get going now. You shouldn't be near a person like me- A son of a rapist. Tsk." He directly said without pauses he hurts my heart as I was drawn with discomfort.
I laughed as I try to control my tears my falling. I punched my chest, feeling the ache and pain in my heart. I rolled my eyes as looked at him.
"Do you hate me that much? How ironic it is to think that a simple argument can make you give up your devotion. I thought you were different from your father, from my father? I thought you were different! I hate this feeling. I want to be with you but why do I feel that you're creating a boundary- separating our affection. Come on, be a man. Break that wall. I know you love me. You're just confused." I said as the pain was contradicting my eyes, falling tears began to meet and grate in my words.
He looked at me.
I know he is lying, I know he is just controlling his emotions.
"I'm not confused. And besides, I didn't build that wall that insulates our fondness, it's you! From the start, you have been blocking my feelings, because of your goddamn past! Sh*t happens you know! And just like sh*t, my father happens to assault you. And now he's facing a life sentence. Killing him means killing my mother, physically and emotionally" he said as he distanced himself away from me.
I looked at the space he just created and puts my hand in the gap. I took a deep breath and looked up at the stars.
"But what about our promises? Our wishes in the star?" I said as I wiped my tears.
He just smirked.
"You broke it first. Remember?" Saying with a stab in my heart.
I sobbed heavily as he said those words. I hurt him too much, starting from the day we met. I've brought misery in his life. I almost forgot that I was the first one who broke our promises. Now I know how it feels. If only I can bring back time and choke the pain- endure.
"I'm sorry," I said as I glanced at him.
He persisted steadily as his eyes were forming tears. His mouth was uttering, thinking of what to say. I can feel his anguish, the agony that I bought was destroying him and his family. I guess we were already in a toxic relationship.
Fate was playing with us, we didn't notice that we were tired of chasing our future that we didn't notice that we forgot to dwell on our present and to resuscitate our past. I guess we went tired of chasing each other.
Silence surrounds us, as my sobbing was communicating to the quietude of the enclosing. The stars were comforting me, giving me some glimmering urge to survive this night with him.
How can he be so cold? He's ruthless, deliberately eradicating me.
"You better go home." He said while trying to break the silence and awkwardness.
I stared at him and slowly facing the reality that we can't be together. Two different worlds who once jointly connect.
I know he sees my gazes, his ignoring it, trying to stop his decision.
Please look at me. I want you to regret everything that you've said. Please. Come back. As I kept on pleading with you to stay in my subconscious.
"You're right, We're too different from each other. You're a star and reaching you was the most ambitious thing that a guy like me can do. But that is not the issue. The fact that I'm slowly dimming your spark makes mine obscures. It's better this way."
He was meaning each word he spits. He stands up and patted his chest as he picks his jacket from the bench and wears it.
"Let's end it"
I was shocked and glimpsed at him with a doubt of shadows in his words.
"It's better this way, Happy Valentine's," He said as he left me here alone, with no one to cry on.
It's better this way, f*ck.
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Alignment of the Stars
General FictionMika, a simple girl who tries to discover what the future holds. A goal-oriented, ambitious, and bright person but broken. Her life was wholly destroyed by the ghouls of lust who desires her soul, dignity. She was at her worst. But everything change...