Time is still passing, and the world is still rounding. But finally, in the flower field inside of Lusiana's heart, time stops, and life there seems to end as the three butterflies living freely inside of the flower field dead one by one.
In reality, Lusiana had become a stranger for probably two of three Bimas. And that was the death that happened in the Lusiana's flower field. No more connections, hopes, and interactions. Nothing.
The last time Lusiana checked her flower field, the only butterfly left was dying. But she made no efforts to save it. She left it there, dying slowly and painfully. She no longer cares about what might happen if the only butterfly were still alive.
Because whatever hopes and desires she had for Bimasena, she would prefer to lose it rather than lose herself.
She made no effort of contacting him. Maybe only occasionally and every time they talked, they would end up in the altered account, again and again. But that was the main principle as Lusiana thought to herself. She couldn't let the distant feelings aside. They grew up in a contrasting family. Lusiana was born into a decent Javanese Muslim family, and while Bimasena must be from a dignified family, his free lifestyle was not Lusiana's style.
Just several weeks after they had been arguing about the altered account for the one-hundredth time, Bimasena had stopped to reply to Lusiana's. Perhaps he was mad, or he was ashamed about his life. But Lusiana also felt a bit of disappointment of endless gaslighted behavior from Bimasena, so, in the end, no one spoke first.
Even though falling out of love was never be taught, contrary to falling in love, Lusiana tried her best by letting the three butterflies dead, and the flower field had burned up one sunny summer. Let it burn like the fire of disappointment burn it up, and tears of sadness fall to stop the smokes. The less she put hope to people, the less she would hurt.
Even so, Bimasena walked right back to her at last. He asked for her forgiveness and explained himself. Yet for her, they both need time to finish with their selves too.
"Call me again whenyou're ready, Mas."
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Fragments of A Broken Heart (Completed)
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