𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎|
(n.) the act of falling in love with the wrong person
"I think if we can talk to him, we can get him on our side. This might be a problem though considering he doesn't like me, do you think you could pull some strings and talk...
"People gonna say If you need a break, someone'll take your place People gonna try To tell you that you're fine with dollars in their eyes"
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I do not like being here. Nevertheless, I stay, I don't know why. Out of need? Money maybe? A sense of obligation?
No, I stay because I made a promise. One that I intend to keep. That day, I promised never to leave him. Going back on promises is just pure cruelty.
Either way, promise or no promise, I do not like being here. It is tiring and his attitude is always so negative, this turns him citrus. I perceive people as tastes, however his changes a lot. He can go from kiwi to carrots,to citrus, I don't like carrots, citrus makes me feel sick. But I stay because I can't leave. It's all I know- he's all I know.
I don't like waking up next to him in the morning. I don't like going to sleep next to him at night. I don't like a lot of things, but I've been put on this earth to help.
"Pequeña estrella, promise me that when I'm gone, you'll look after your mother and your younger siblings. You're here solely for this reason, your mother gave birth to you, for this reason only. You are here to assist, never forget that." She spoke soft and kind, as she held my hand in hers. But this isn't what I want.
"But Abuela what if I don't want to? What if I don't want to take care of everyone else?" I've been told this my whole life. That my only reason for being alive is for the sake of others.
But I shouldn't have said this because it resulted in a slap across my face. "You don't talk like that! You selfish girl, your Tito would be so disappointed in you if he was here now." The tone in her voice changed completely and she sounded of complete vain. Her eyes flash towards the guard standing at the door on the other side of the room.
I followed her eyes, and complete terror began to fill my stomach. "No please, I understand, please don't make me go." But it was too late. He was already behind me, grabbing my arms and dragging me towards the closet. I started kicking, screaming, and pleading, but to no avail.
She had her mind made up, "maybe five days in there will clear your mind, girl." Her voice faded as he dragged me further down the hallway and towards the closet.
"You are only on this earth to serve. Your only purpose is to think for the good of others."
I am only on this earth to serve. My only purpose is to think for the good of others. Selfishness is a vice that I cannot afford to have.
The hand on my waist tightened, pulling me away from my mind. As his breathing became more clear, I turned to face the man on my right. I was met with his eyes staring back at mine. He's so beautiful like this, no speaking, just silence, so peaceful. His emerald green eyes shimmer in the morning light, the slightly messy hair from sleeping, and his chest rises up and down as he breathes. The alarm interrupted that silence.
