27th march 2023.
It started off badly. Morning fatigue, sleep deprivation, cloudy mood got me in one of the worst feeling I've been in a while. It's like being shaken off of my comfort pillow with a electric shock. Stinging of an never ending discomfort.
Everything went perfectly and uniformly bad, it's an orchestra of my coworkers singing in harmony about how bad it is to work there. How everything fall into places yet the obvious reluctant faces are plastered to the walls. A dead-end career and plenty of hope of escaping filled me to the brim.
"I need to be resilient." An ounce of light was shining through the pitch black tunnel i was in. It's there, on the other side i was going at. It's far but I would do anything for it.
And my rose, in my hands, was flowing. I was waiting for him to say hi. Because he lights the path i was walking on, he always does. He doesn't budge, maybe he's in his own world. Though he has his own world, but to me he's my world.
Sometimes i ask the passing winds if it's the okay to put all my happiness into these tiny petals, he's not an eternal flower, his kind is known for infidelity and thorns. I almost got caught up by it's beauty every time. Then he started to speak, i was joyous when he nagged me about his time.
But just like that, he gave me one of the worst news there is. As if my journey wasn't torturing enough, his world is calling him. Like a final verdict, he dropped me there, telling me to brace myself.
Suddenly, i was his past being left alone because he needed the time to bloom.
YOU ARE READING
Of Petals And Thorns
Short StoryHis gifts were lying near the front door i had opened months ago. He found me at the back of the crowd, with his hand behind his back, and those same warm eyes I've stared at before. This is a story that I wish I could rewrite.
