Sorrow In Solace

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

“Sorrow In Solace”

The cerulean light mustʼve scattered away from the sky like the illicit sadness Iʼm trying to relinquish as faint warm golden glow emits from the woken sun still snuggled up against the clouds as it emerge from the horizon; where earth and firmament meets... where our souls separate.

I took a sip from the teacup as I leaned upfront onto the wooden balustrade, enthralled whilst gazing the reflection of sun over the ocean. Itʼs like an incandescent scene of stars but in daylight, glinting brightly from afar.

Somehow, I kind of like the morning sunlight touching my bare porcelain skin. Itʼs gentle yet it boosts up my dying energy. I feel so placid like a ripple wave. Guess... itʼs the vitamin soaking in. Usually, Iʼd sleep through the day so itʼs a new sensation.

“Itʼs been awhile. Youʼve never been here this early...” The server uttered in a curious tone which made me slightly turn around, taking a glimpse to where heʼs standing. “Hereʼs your mango torte.” He added after putting the dessert down in the table. I murmured my gratitude, letting him know that I am not interested to converse. Heʼs not insensitive as he smile and walked back to the counter.

But... Heʼs right. I have never been here when the sunʼs up. Itʼs a twenty-four seven open café, and this is my first day visit. And will definitely be my last.

I sat back on my table and started eating my order. I used to always go here for the night ocean view and their mango-flavored desserts until he came, the reason why I wonʼt be coming again.

“You should try this. Itʼs mango torte.” A sudden baritone voice spoke. I was caught of guard when a slice of some dessert slid in front of me as he sat across. I couldnʼt say any word but to look at him as if heʼs weird. “I just noticed you like mango flavor...” He added which made him weirder.

He raised his hands above his head as if he was surrendering from arrestation, probably because of how I look at him, judgingly. “Donʼt take it the wrong way. Iʼm also a regular here. And youʼre really hard not to notice.” He shamelessly said, not taking his eyes away from mine. I know at that moment my white silk cheeks are on flush. But I stayed calm... or so I thought, unaware of the catasthrope heʼll bring.

“I canʼt explain your beauty, It just got stuck in my head and hard to forget.” Heʼd say after a long motorcycle ride. “You know what, my surname would sound nice with your name.”

I wonder if you ever meant that words... to just slip out of your lips sleekly like itʼs true.

“But I... I trusted you...” I mumbled, trying not to shed even a single teardrop.

He took a step backward and said, “Iʼm sorry. Please donʼt be angry at me...” as he start to walk away. And never came back, didnʼt even leave a crumb of explanation.

I couldnʼt feel any anger, I was rather in great pain. It felt like my ribcage was about to give up grasping this stupid organ for feeling such ache for someone who doesnʼt deserve it.

I slightly shook my head from the thoughts, thereʼd been endless whirpool in this skull for awhile now. What a fickel... Just like him.

And yet, I am still bewildered... How can a person who suddenly pop-up in our lives, giving all these love and affection to just poof away like it never happened? As if you never existed in their lives, and youʼre left to cry, wondering all the whyʼs. How can a person gives you assurance and hope of eternal bond... suddenly became another passerby? And whence does these people get their information to know whoʼs the loneliest... the least loved, and who craves comfort that is easy to coax? How could a person deceive someone whoʼd trusted them with their heart despite of knowing it was from a shithole? He was aware of what would hurt me and did it exactly.

How can he bestow solace while knowing I was about to end in sorrow?