Chapter 12 💜🦋

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My eyes searched for her aimlessly when I received the cup of victory, unaware at first that I had won. But I felt a deep disappointment upon realizing she wasn't here. Even as I held the trophy and celebrated on the field after scoring a goal, I felt a sense of pride, almost as if my chest was being tapped affectionately.

Despite all this, I still felt disappointed because I had expected she would be here. My sense of expectation seems to react only in her presence, a feeling that took halt in my heart the moment my mother passed away. Whenever I hope for something good, it often ends in disappointment and regret. Yet now, my expectations are starting to bloom again.

Yet again, my expectations have left me feeling alone, even today.

Why did I expect she would be here?

After receiving hugs, handshakes, and praise from everyone, I rushed home and collapsed onto my bed, staring at my mother's photo.

I want to tell you everything, but my heart feels too heavy to even speak, Mom. I was expecting she'd be there for the trophy ceremony. Why do my expectations always seem to let me down, mom? Why does it always feel like I'm the only one facing this? Yes, I'm the one who pushed her away, made her cry with my harsh words, and told her not to have feelings or dreams about me.

But... but why, Mom? Why can't she come back to me? I know I am behaving like a fool, but my heart feels so weak, and I think, the only thing that seems to numb the pain is drinking.

It's the only way I can find to escape the incidents happening around me.

I took a bath, changed into a loose gym vest and shorts, and spent the night on the terrace, gazing at the dark sky and pouring rain while finishing off bottles of beer.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that man—the murderer—watching me from the entrance. He just turned and left without saying a word. I chuckled bitterly, looked up at the sky, and began to pour out everything to my mom in my mind.

"Amma. Unakku indha love at first sight'le laa nambikka irukkaa? Enakku laa suthamaa illa ma. Adhaa apdi thittunen. Naan yaaru ma avalukku? Illa ava dha enakku yaaru? Yaaru ne theriyaadhava crush, love nu sonnaa epdi ma yethukka mudiyum, illa epdi dha react pannanum? Enakku theriyaadhu ma.. enakku therila ma enna pannanum nu.. sorry ma"

(Mom, do you believe in love at first sight? I don't, not really. That's why I scolded her like that. Look, who am I to her? Or who is she to me? If someone tells me about a crush or love, how am I supposed to react? I don't know, Mom... I don't know what to do... sorry, Mom.)

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