Author's POV
Love, what would you do for love?
Will you run across the edges of the universe to have it, to show it, or will you become the coward who truly doesn't understand the definition of having it within?
And, once the fears dissolve into the bittersweet nights.
Will you then be able to show it?
Lisa woke up on the morning of her graduation with a sense of excitement and relief.
After years of studying hard and dealing with her alcoholic father's abuse, she was finally ready to move on to the next phase of her life. She had made it through school, and today she would receive her diploma and say goodbye to the place that had been her home for so long. As she got dressed, Lisa couldn't help but think about the future, of her past, and how her father was the reason she always ran away from love.
'No more violence.. no more of your pride getting in the way'.
Almost like she had summoned the devil himself, her father walked into her room.
The mirror greets his sight, even when he isn't welcomed. As the older man stares at the mirror, almost like reality is sinking in--his troubled need to drink has vanished just this moment, like the image of his daughter graduating, was something that came out of a book.
A fiction of his fears.
Lisa emptily stared at him, "The day has come, Father".
He stood there, silently gazing at his daughter. Lisa gripped at anything to not collapse, at least she couldn't collapse in front of him, not the man who was the cause of her pain all along. Her father quietly mutters, "Lisa..".
With her heart beating against her chest, Lisa lashes, "The day you're sober.. Is the day that I'm graduating!". Tears make themselves present. In the glee of the silence, her father takes one step into her room, "Lūk k̄hxng c̄hạn (My child)-".
"Xỳā reīyk c̄hạn ẁā lūk k̄hxng khuṇ! (Don't call me your child!)".
Lisa shook in anger, in the anger she had for him all along. One trigger, and she's a hurricane of pain, of grief, she tries to laugh but instead her voice breaks, "You're only sober because grandfather is going to be here in an hour. You only fear him.. but y'know what you didn't fear, father? You never feared losing me, or mom".
His eyes widened, as he tried to take another step, to soothe, to speak, but it was too late..
"When was the last time you've stepped foot in this room?". The smile on her face showed him that even with everything he had done to her, she could smile through it all.
"I.. I don't remember".
Lisa closed her eyes at his answer because it still hurts; how a father decides to have you, but not take care of you.
"All I want to say, Manoban. Rot in this hell alone".
Those were the last words that came out of her mouth before she left her room, with him standing there in utter guilt. Why do people regret what they have lost? Lisa's footsteps were an echo of her heart, of the silent tears that streamed down her fears as she ran out of that room, only to collapse in the arms of her mother.
"Mæ̀ (Mother), It hurts, badly..".
"It's over, sweetheart". Her mother tries to calm her down but instead, they break down in that living room.
The memories wash over the two, as they are reminded once again of the home they could've had, but instead, they remember the shattered glass, and the verbal and physical abuse. The agony of those walls, as they stand tall and hold them in that living room.
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