Against those fairytales

realisation

Viven was busy working on her cover.
In meanwhile, she got a call.
At first, she lightly took a call.

But It was from yuma.
He didn't even completed his sentence
She hurriedly stood up and left immediately.

One of her co-worker asked her but she didn't respond.
He then noticed that she didn't even cut get call.
So he picked to shut it but he heard. " viven, your mother, she had severe heart attack . Are you hearing me? I am at the Sakura medical center, ward 3. Hello??"
And the phone was cut.

He too frowned bit and prayed for her mother recovery and continued working on his project.

Aizen came for a report in her cabin. But there was no one, he asked to the co worker and he informed about viven mother condition.
Aizen turned tensed and thought to inform about this to valentina.

Valentina in her dorm trying her dress.
All beautifully dressed in black gown, her beauty felt withstanding.
The thing that made her beauty more memorable was her sparkling of hope and happiness.
That was rare to see.
The comfort secure feeling made her feel like a fairy tale.

Aizen hesistated to enter, but valentina noticed.
She asked him.
And when she got to know the news. She immediately ran in her floral dress, rushing to the hospital.
She called her driver and left.

Aizen didn't questioned and continued doing remaining work.
But his heart was feeling an unease.
He looked at the door but then shook that feeling.

Viven pov

I entered in hospital, in heavy breath, I asked him.
" Where is my mum?"
He pointed to the window of surgical room.
I searched her but then one of the nurse put the curtain.
I held my heart and began to cry heavily.

He first hesitated to held me. But Then pat hand on my shoulder to console.
" How? She was fine altogether."
" I myself don't know. I went your house to apologised about my act. But then I saw her shivering on the floor. "
I looked downward and dried my tears.
" Where are you going?" He asked while following me.
" To the counter." I replied.
"I already paid, I am so sorry or else surgery wouldn't be continued."
I looked him, he was not making eye contact. His eyes felt with very embarrassment.
I stared him a bit, analysing his eyes with frowned eye brows.

I asked myself again this time.
This man did whatever he could with no malice for me.
Am i sefish? If I accepted his proposal.
Or am I selfish?If I keep lying to crystal.

We were at the top of staircase deciding what fate we have to choose.
In both, destruction was written.

I tightened the grip around my knuckles and closed my eyes.
If i had a choice, let me choose myself.
Maybe a trade of one heart over two is better deal.
I kissed him hard and but harshly.

He surreunded feeling the sweetness of acceptance but to me, it was nectar of guilt.
I asked myself again, which was fair?
To betray her or myself.
But the decision was made that I couldn't back off.

Valentina pov

I was downstairs, with a bouquet of blue roses.
My pupil enlargen to find a hint, a joke or illusion.
Because this situation, I couldn't comprehend.

Viven you promised me, you were with me.

I saw her kissing yuma.
The bouqet felt, when I saw Yuma hugging her.
So viven is the girl. The girl that he choose over me.

My eyes burned with a view.
I ran and ran.
Going downstair.
I slipped when my heels pierced my gown.
I fell on my face. Everybody noticing me.

I saw that again, that filthy eyes. Some mocking, some in pity.
Discussing about me. Some ignored and walked and that even brusied my ego more.
It felt someone has peeled my skin and put me in the frame.

My whole world collapsed like me. It was a minute ago, I felt my life was all beautiful.
It us shameful to expect anything else beside misery.
I tore my gown and unknotted the ribbon.
I threw my heels and ran.
Where i could be alone.

Finally in the park, around the woods.
All the sky was dark like my reality with no sight of person.
I was alone with a peaceful silence.
I took a deep breath and sat on the park, watching my my past succumb me thoroughly.
Irritating every inch of my body, as i was overtaken by my heart.

My chest tightened, made me difficult to breath.
It made me weak. The bench couldn't support me.
Kneeling on the ground, putting fist on my mouth.
So my tears couldn't be heard and my pain couldn't be seen.

I was trying my best to be calm, to not be over reactive.
I was trying to withold this storm but it shook me entirely.
Why the thing I always held dear, whom I trusted blindly?
Why are they are the one?

Tangled hair, heart bruised and my eyes were swollen.
Biting my lips, holding my arm firmly.
What's use? To any of this.
To be in the part of it.

He choose her, she choose him.
So for whom am i mourning?
Seeing the stars on sky. My mind took a sudden shift.

But I was still coping with those sweet words, those promise, those bond that they put in funeral within a second.
Or not, a planned massacre are not done in seconds.

My eyes shifted towards the window of car.
A blurred vision of me.
All time dressed in jewels, fancy attire.
Now look at you.
The face, the body, the hair
And everything about her.
People are dying for, and whole life was torture.
Torture always and for once, only for once, I thought to turn in my favour.
The mirror felt like a mocking.

It was giggling like a loud public shame.
The beauty, it made you exceptional, made you miserable.
Nothing else.

I threw the rock on a mirror, it give me some certain ease.
And final realisation.
You can never run from your fate.
And if fate destined me to be monster, then I should be.
Somethings are written indeed.

In the broken pieces, I saw necklace.
Wasn't it a necklace? He identifies me through it.
My finger traced it, signalling me to break.
But I resisted, it should be kept.
Or else how would he identify me.
My dearest friend or should I be clear?
My first love.

I felt the bracelet on my hand. Viven gifted me in amusement park.
I never removed since. But it is itching.
The day we started friendship. So it must be its last too.
I broke the thread, carefuling picking each bead.
Counting, should I forgive or not.
One, two, three...