Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 23: They're flying

I couldn't say how long I was walking, but the sky had completely darkened and the stars had come out. Tears soaked my vision as I simply followed the old road.

Everything I believed in had collapsed in an instant, in a second. So much so that I began to wonder if I really already knew what was going to happen, if my disproportionate reaction was the result of desperation or, on the contrary, it was something that was sleeping inside me waiting to come out. I couldn't know it.

What I did know was that everything was over, that my dreams never existed, that I never had the opportunity to live an adventure beyond a limited time. I felt cheated, helpless.

Torturing chickens for love was not among my plans. It was a price too high for me to pay, especially after verifying that they were not just any animals, that they understood my words, that they had compassion, feelings.

I couldn't stop walking and at the same time I wanted to do it. Everything had happened so quickly that it was difficult for me to remember it clearly. I have left the love of my life due to my absurd principles. Maybe it wasn't like that. Maybe I finished everything out of fear of the unknown. Maybe those chickens were just a reflection of my soul, which needed an excuse to stop everything before it started.

My crying was my only companion on that road back, on that one-way trip to my old life, one to which I didn't want to return.

A bump in the road made me stumble but I managed to keep my balance. I finally stopped, leaving the suitcases on the floor. I was panting and realized how tired I was. I had been walking for a long time carrying my luggage. I assumed it was the rest that my body was crying out for.

I moved to the side of the road, leaning on the base of what looked like an advertising billboard. I looked up and opened my eyes in surprise.

"Oh, it has to be a joke," I said when I saw that the protagonist of that ad was none other than Melisha, smiling as if she were a traditional wife, holding a horrible caricature of a pie. "Oh, come on..."

I groaned when I saw that misleading advertising.

"Come on, Melisha, you've never smiled like that..." I said, talking to that billboard in a desperate delirium. "And what about your hair? Please... You know perfectly well that it's not completely black, you have grey strands..." I continued protesting. Anyone who saw me talking to a billboard would call the nearest mental hospital. Luckily, I was completely alone.

My anger faded little by little, relaxing my breathing, shaking my head.

"I... I liked your grey hair strands..." I whispered, noticing how another tear fell down my face. "Ahhhg, you're such a freaking idiot!" I shouted furiously, hitting the base of that poster. A horrible idea, I hurt my foot terribly, forcing me to jump like in a black and white comedy.

"Ouch, ouch, idiot, I'm an idiot!" I screamed, stopping jumping with a grimace of pain. "Why did you have to do this to me, huh? I loved you, you damn bitter witch! I love you! Damn..."

I tried to calm down, but memories of everything I had experienced on that farm flashed through my mind: all the laughter, the fun discussions, the warmth of her kisses, her caresses, her hugs. All of that came back to torment me, to give me a last warning.

"You spend the little money you have on advertising..." I continued complaining, leaning on a wall next to the poster. "What do you want to achieve? You want to be the queen of chicken pot pies? Why did you have to complicate everything?"

I shook my head, putting a hand on my forehead. The desire to get back on track disappeared, that ridiculous monologue seemed much more appealing to me.