Ivan opened the door with what looked like a bullet wound on his shoulder, with blood dripping.
"Oh, my goodness, are you okay, ......should I call the police, ......answer me"." Akilina said frantically, trying to examine him.
"CALM DOWN IT'S FAKE," he shouted as he stepped out and shut the door "I am doing something for someone."
He sighs "What are you doing here Akilina?"
"You don't usually call me that,"
"Well, I just did," he says already getting frustrated "What do you want?"
Akilina sensed something was wrong but played it off.
"You weren't at my parent's funeral.... after promising you would be there. Why?" she enquired.
"I am sorry. I meant to call.... I meant to be there, but I was......preoccupied."
Taking a long, deep breath, she told him of her current predicament.
"Wow, you have been through a lot. What do you need?" at that statement, Akilina's face glowed with excitement, unaware of Ivans pretence.
"I can stay at your place before I get a jo......" Ivan interrupts her.
"I'm sorry I cannot help you."
"Why? if you don't want me to stay you can always help with the...."
"I can't help you. please leave."
"Why offer to help if you weren't going to help? What's wrong?" I van didn't get the chance to reply.
"Babe what's taking so long I still have pictures to take."
Stepping out the door was a petite young lady holding a camera. her hands were red, her hair messy with her glasses tucked into it. Her skin was flawless like Akilina's, her eye colour resembled Akilina's as well. She almost- almost- looked like Akilina.
"I'm guessing this is what kept you so preoccupied?" Akilina seethes "Won't you introduce us?"
"Gladly," Ivan said mockingly and wrapped his arms around the lady that stood beside him.
"Babe, this is my ex-girlfriend that refused to make me her priority and went off to Tokyo."
Akilina was shocked by his response and so heartbroken but refused to cry. She refused to show Ivan how he had succeeded in hurting her so bad. The lady did not know what was going on and did not want to get in the way.
"Wow," Akilina responded "I hate you (in Russian)"
Akilina returned home with a shattered heart. Within the few days she had left to pay the rent, she spent in thinking and crying about her problem and everything that had gone wrong in her life. She doesn't eat, she overthinks, she weeps through the night and during the day; her health getting damaged in the process. Within a few days, she is already very skinny- too skinny.
By the time she regains herself, time was up. Her landlord was already on his was to throw her out, but she was ready. All that she needed or wanted to pick, mainly; cloths, pictures, legal document and few things that belonged to her parents, were already packed. It was really heartbreaking to be forced to leave a home that held so many memories.
Just as she approached the door, there was a knock. Apart of her heart wished it was Ivan wanting to say sorry and take her back, but lo and behold, it was the landlord.
"You really have a thing for worst timing. Don't you?" she said as she handed him the key and walked away. Leaving the past behind but still clinging on with all her heart. wanting to remember, praying it was all a bad dream, wanting everything to return to how it was; she really needed a reality check.
For hours, she walked the streets looking for a job- any job, and a place to stay for a few nights. she didn't find either. As night drew near, the weather got colder. she found her to a park bench; and it just happened to rain. if anyone had told her a few years ago that she would quit her job, loose her parents, indirectly get dumped by her boyfriend, and be homeless, she would have laughed in their face and call them mad. Isn't it ironic; the brightest people can go through really dark times, some darker than most.
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