Contradiction || Marichat AU

Prologue: Why do we smile when we're sad?

04-07-19, 3:52 pm

"THAT DAMNED JERK!"

Disbelief. Ache. Regret.

And the harsh clutch of heartbreak. 

She had never thought it would be able to alter her thoughts and actions — as though it had injected some sort of poison into her brain; it was staining her like a pomegranate. She felt weak. Foolish, even. 

How could someone fight emotions like this? 

Wouldn't it would be such a dream? To simply fall into oblivion, or perhaps to forget all those nonsensical events. Those infuriating memories she wished to disappear. But instead, she was falling into a deep pit of dead souls. Asking herself the same question, over and over again: would she ever escape?

Her tear-streaked face was evident, cheeks flooded by the warm liquid, as her emotions were practically pouring down to the sink. She wished not of this present. She'd foreseen it but she didn't bother taking action — she wished she had. 

The girl was nothing but mere skin to him. It was clear from the manipulative countenance she chose to ignore. His apathy was about as apparent as that of transparent glass. 

But that pathetic, rather desperate sliver of hope held her back from escaping that hell hole. Although if she had attempted to break things between them, there would've been consequences. She didn't want to be alone. And she believed things would change. She thought it would last. 

It didn't. 

The girl grudgingly opened the faucet, cool water flowing onto her fingers. Her face was hot, and she felt rather feverish. She splashed the water to her face, looking at her reflection with sheer disgust at her own appearance. Anger grew within her soul as she dug her nails into both of her palms.

The impact from the fist to her wall emitted an ear-splitting thud, creating a small crack on the mirror. She punched the faucet close, glaring at it with resentment as though it had done something wrong. 

Her exhale cracked and her knees buckled. Thoughts and scenarios were scattered on the very floor; she couldn't pick them up. Her lips flattened to a thin line as she shot daggers at her ring finger. Her lips stretched to a smile, teeth showing just a bit — like that of a lunatic.

With a grunt, the girl forced a gleaming ring off, laughing half-heartedly once she threw it to a trash bin at the desolate-looking corner. These feelings seemed to be overflowing from a broken dam. She couldn't prevent them from doing so either. 

She labeled herself as sensitive having reacted to the situation this way. She should've just bottled up these emotions, right? Why was she being too sensitive? 

Then again, those words he spoke...there wasn't even any remorse.

The thought made her shiver. How could someone be so cold-hearted? Every single utterance was detrimental; it cut as deep as knives and hurt as much as bullets.

Why did it end up this way, when it didn't have to? Could she have changed things? How come the world was against her? Could she not be happy for once? Could these events be different, had she been better? 

The girl cried hysterically, sobs brimming with heartache. She clutched her heart and raked her scalp, eyes blazing with despair once she knew she couldn't rewind the past. The acid in her stomach boiled with misery.

She should've known...

Forever is mythic. 

The silence in the bathroom was heavy—atmosphere thick as she desperately heaved for breath, even though it all seemed impossible. The air seemed too prickling that it felt as if a cactus was shoved down her own throat.

Relentlessly, the sharp pain seared across her heart, leaving a permanent scar. A scar that wouldn't make her so thoughtless as she was this very day. To warn her of all terrible happenings that were possible, to look at the world differently, to not be so gullible, to not get too attached, to concern her of her own surroundings, as well as to refrain from giving trust so thoughtlessly. 

It was a scar, that would remind her of her past, over and over until she would break. 

And to, ultimately, never make the same mistake ever again.