In The Name Of Family

Ch 25- Our loving sea

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Someone once told him: If you are cut and it heals with the time, it means you are sick, but if you aren’t cut and you feel like, then you are in love. However, during his life he had fallen in love only once and that time it did not seem to him as if he had fallen, but as if he had been flying. Only now did he realize that the someone had lied to him because if you aren’t cut, but you feel like then you are definitely broken by love.

Lying in the cold bed of that cell, with his eyes on those torn walls, which were written by the guilty and the innocent, he had realized that nothing was forever, but transient.

Before he entered that cell, they had taken everything except the tattoo that he carried with him everywhere. As he closed his eyes slowly, he placed his hand on the left side of his chest where an anchor was lying. Thinking of how her fingers described his chest as she held a pencil in her hands when he told her he wanted to do a tattoo. The smile that formed on her lips as her hand continued and played with black stripes dancing on his chest. His eyes still closed waiting for her to finish.

It was not long before the tickling he had felt as she drew at him went away and she whispered in his ear to open his eyes. His eyes looked at hers in confusion and she had told him.

“You are my anchor, when the storm will hit the sea of ​​my soul and tears will come to me like a wave.”

Memories came to his mind as the sound of a stick was heard as it crashed into the bars and echoed in the corridors. That snapped him back to the reality. The one he didn’t want to live.

“Rose, get up! Some pretty girl wants to see you.” he said smiling, ironically.

He got out of bed, if we can call it so and as the cell door opened, one of the guards put him the handcuffs. His fingertips had frozen and were snapping as if they were icicles at the pole as he took each step that leads to her. The door opened and behind that glass stood her, his beautiful Hazel. Her hair was caught in a ponytail and a scarf was placed around her neck. Her eyes were red, slightly swollen, as if she had just cried. His heart seemed to be broken, in a thousand parts and all as if they had been lost in the air. Power was what he lacked, to look her in the eye, to accept the truth.

As he took a deep breath he sat down in front of her and both of them held the phone close their ears. Their lips did not speak a word for a few moments, they remained silent as their eyes spoke a thousand words.

He laid a garden full of flowers on her feet and in the end she took the scissors and cut them. In his story she was the villain. How could she beg for mercy when in her mind, even she could not forgive herself? She kept asking herself as she tried to find the right words to speak, but her throat was dry and whatever she was going to speak would come out as whispers.

“ I’m sorry!” She spoke and he took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to be here. This is not a place for you.”

“I did not want .... Really ... Forgive me ....” she broke down and the tears she was trying to keep back fell down all over her face. Then she turned her head on the other side trying to hide them.

He did not want to do this, but love was not something that was required, but something that was given unconditionally from both sides.
“I know, but your not my Hazel.”

She saw him confused and asked, "what do you mean? I'm Hazel."
He stood there broken, silent for some seconds and then took the courage and said,

"With or without memories you are my wife and I made a promise to my wife that if it ever happened for her to fall in love with someone else, I would let her go." This was the time for him to let the tears out, to feel, because this might be the last time he had the opportunity to tell her how much he loved her.

Her lips were trembling as she bit them to stop, but her eyes betrayed her and she continued to shed tears as if it were raining. Maybe her mind had forgotten, but in her heart the pain was fighting for a little mercy.

“From tomorrow you will be free, from tomorrow you can love like Evelyn. But if he breaks your heart, do not forget that I am ready to become the bandage that will bring it together.” He continued as she was ready to say something, but he didn’t let her. “ I think it's not bad here so killing him does not sound bad..” he put on his lips a forced smile.

“What are you talking about? I....I’m Hazel. I’m your wife.” She screamed at the last part as she got up and the guards took a step forward,  but Anhriel made them a signal that everything is ok.

“I filled the divorce papers. This might be the last time we see each other. “ He wiped his tears as he got up and got closer to the glass, placing his forehead on it. He pulled the phone away a little and took a deep breath, closing his eyes slightly. He then placed the phone next to himself and said. “Please make me a favour. Don’t make this more difficult. Can you?”

She placed her forehead next to his in that glass and nodded.

“I want you to do me a favour now, I will hang up the phone and I want you to leave without the bell ringing, but do not turn your head back. I do not want to regret the decision I made.”

“No, please!” she said, pleading  as she got away so she could look at him.

“You don’t deserve this.” She kept going, this time whispering.

“GO!" He screamed. "If you don’t want me to suffer, go. My happiness starts with your happiness. Please don’t make me beg anymore. Go!”  his voice became soft as he said those last words. Then he left the phone, this time for real and got a few steps back.

She continued saying something more, but he couldn’t hear it anymore. She then gave up and put the phone down. She took a few steps back and turned towards the door without turning her head, even though her tears didn't stop.

He watched her leave until the door finally closed. Two were the most difficult moments of his life and both were to say goodbye to her.

"Goodbye Evelin!" He wiped his tears for the last time and then the guards took him.