The Woman Who Wanted Her To Remember Pt. 1
When I was young, I was often teased by my classmates that the chair of my parents were always empty. Whenever we would perform, whenever family day would happen, it was a given rule that everyone should be more sensitive when talking to me.
Maybe, they knew that it slowly broke my heart to smile and laugh while other children waved at their mommies and daddies.
Maybe, they knew that I was the last one to leave the room whenever the events would finish.
Or maybe, they never knew the fact that when everyone leaves, loud footsteps would pound through the empty halls of the school and an exhausted woman with a regular job would open the door and snatch my body into a bone crushing hug.
Maybe, just maybe, I wished that she remembered it as well.
"Hey June! Do you want to come with us to the after party?" One of my colleagues asks me as we prepare to leave the office.
A storm was brewing tonight, I wonder if they actually listened to today's weather forecast.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry but I can't..."
"Why can't you?"
"You know... Family stuff."
"Oh, alright then. Be careful!"
"Thanks, have fun!"
I watch as they raced through the streets. Their ironed and well kept clothes were now damp from the rain. From a distance, you could still hear their laughters bouncing around the endless sky scrapers surrounding our building.
'Aww they're having so much fun... Without you!' A dark and pesky voice from my mind suddenly extends its words of pain. Each letter, each syllable mixes itself to my bloodstreams. Its toxic content slowly floods my heart causing it to squeeze itself until blood can no longer be provided. I clutch my shirt to hold it back, but as every second passes by, the pain grows stronger.
'Don't you think it's all her—' before it can even add a dangerous blow, I shut the doors of my mind and composed myself as I head to the parking lot.
The raindrops were heavy. Of course, a single drop can't do anything to you, but multiple drops can. Even if it's liquid, you could still compare its impact to something that slowly hurts you.
'I have to get home quickly.'
It doesn't hurt.
'I have to prepare dinner.'
It starts to sting a little.
'I'll have to see her again.'
Alright, it still hurts.
I increase my pace as soon as I saw a black car parked right under a street lamp. Starting it up, I drove through the lively streets. The colorful city lights welcomes my midnight vehicle as it runs pass them, their vivid shades and colors spreads itself along the smooth and glass-like surface.
Suddenly, my phone starts to ring. I check the caller ID and low and behold it was mom.
'Don't answer it.'
I answer it.
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The Train Of Regrets
Avventura"You don't know, do you?" He asks in a hush and still tone. "Know what?" He hands me a pamphlet showing a painting of two children watching a train flying over them, it was as if they were interrupted by the roars of a steam engine. I flip the paper...
