Suri
As I sat on the bench, overlooking the city from the 21st-floor terrace, a sense of profound emptiness washed over me. It felt like I had been waging a lifelong battle against the inner turmoil that plagued me. The weight of being left to confront the societal challenges alone was overwhelming. I couldn't help but wonder how different things might have been if my parents had been more conventional and if I had been more willing to compromise.
I'm talking about these things because tomorrow I have to return home. I wasn't even asked if I wanted to visit them, just a ticket was mailed to me. I have all these thoughts and feelings now. Maybe if I go, my mother will say I should leave, my father will call me a failure and threaten to stop giving me money, and maybe my brother will also say he was having a better time without me.
I've always been rebellious and never compromised on what I feel is right. Living this way isn't easy, especially when your people turn against you, criticize you, and label you as a failure. It's challenging to deal with the negativity and the feeling of being misunderstood.
I'm an emotional person and I tend to connect everything that's happening to me emotionally. I feel like everything that's happened to me is a result of my actions. Sometimes I wonder if in a past life, I was a monster, and that's why in this life, no one sees me as anything less. It's like I'm a curse on my parents, and maybe they were a curse on me too.
I'm talking about these things because tomorrow I have to return home. I wasn't even asked if I wanted to visit them, just a ticket was mailed to me. I have all these thoughts and feelings now. Maybe if I go, my mother will say I should leave, my father will call me a failure and threaten to stop giving me money, and maybe my brother will also say he was having a better time without me.
The night passed, and it was finally time to face them. I was tired of this. Can't they just be normal for once?
When I was fifteen, my parents decided to send me away to live on my own, seeking a more peaceful and less chaotic life for themselves—just kidding, guys. I've been living on my own since I was fifteen years old, and now I'm seventeen. I moved to another state for better studying opportunities, or rather, I was sent.
I finally got home and rang the doorbell twice. After a minute, the door creaked open, revealing my mom with a worried look on her face. "Suri, drop your bags and go grab a carton of milk from the store," she said. I wasn't too surprised to hear that.
I knew that if I made any excuses, she would have a thousand words lined up to lecture me, so I just said, "Fine", and thanks for the warm welcome." I started walking to a nearby shop. It was 8 o'clock at night and the chilly October air was making me shiver to my core.
I gazed at the moon, shining brightly on a full moon night. I wouldn't call myself a moon enthusiast, but I couldn't help but pause and admire its beauty. It made me think that the moon and I have something in common – admired from a distance, but rarely understood up close.
I walked into the shop and reached for the milk carton in the refrigerator. As I made my way to the cashier to pay, I reached for my phone and suddenly heard a voice say, "Excuse me." I turned to my right and found myself looking into a pair of striking blue eyes. I was momentarily taken aback by their intensity. "Do you know where building 8 is? I seem to be a bit lost," he asked, bringing me back to reality. "Ah, umm, go straight from here and then turn left," I managed to stammer. "Thank you," he said before walking away, leaving me captivated by his presence. He was a truly handsome man as if sculpted by a divine hand.
I couldn't help but wonder about him—was he in a hurry, did he live nearby, was he visiting someone, or was he a student? His mesmerizing eyes held me in a trance, and it was difficult to look away. I yearned to learn the story behind those beautiful eyes.
"Ma'am, staring at him won't make him stay. Please pay and leave," the cashier's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I felt a tinge of embarrassment at my behavior. I quickly paid and left the shop, unable to shake off the image of those captivating blue eyes.
On my way back home, I was thinking about our meeting. He was taller than me, probably 6 feet tall, and it's rare for me to find men taller than my 5'7 height. I don't know why I got so caught up in him, maybe it's because of the lack of romance in my life. I used to believe that finding a man's love would be the ultimate goal of my life, and I attributed this belief to my parents who never loved me the right way. However, my perspective has changed, but I still yearn for a little romance in my forever single life. "Maybe in college," I sighed, consoling myself that I would find the love of my life.
I arrived back at my house and pressed the doorbell once more. As expected, my mother greeted me at the door, and I handed her the milk carton before stepping inside. To my surprise, we had visitors. There were people gathered in the living room engaged in conversation. Among them, I heard a familiar voice. I peeked into the room, trying to locate the source of the voice, and then our eyes met. He seemed taken aback for a moment. "The guy with piercing blue eyes," I murmured to myself.
It seems like he will be on my mind for at least six months.
"Ocean Blue eyes, staring in mine, I feel like I might.... Sink and drown and die"
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