BEAUTIFUL

The Truth

How can I trust you?! I screamed at him. The rain poured harder than before, by then we were both soaked and I was angry.  He looked at me, his once beautiful and warm blue eyes were now stricken with a mixture of pain and regret. It was obvious he wanted to say something, anything to disfuse the situation but the circumstances that had unfolded words were not enough. "I told you everything, I trusted you and yet you couldn't trust me with the truth" I raged on bitterly. "And now I'm suppose to stand here and pretend that this is ok?!" he stepped forward extending his arm to try and pull me in but I immediately yanked myself away.  The city lights glimmered brightly and the sounds of the bustling crowds and traffic made everything that much more dramatic.

People were beginning to stop and watch
our quarrel. Some were curious others just pointed and laughed (for whatever the reason may be, it was funny to them) One guy even shouted "You're in trouble man!" as he and his best bud snickered away. But I for one, knew this wasn't a laughing matter. I'll admit, I've made mistakes, I've been the center of embarrasment before but this, this was so different that I was clueless of how to approach it.

"I wanted to tell you so bad" his voice barely a whisper "I wanted to, trust me I did but I just couldn't risk how things were going between us"  but while I had became familiar with that beautiful face of his, I couldn't bring myself to recognize who he was.  "I left, everything behind because I didn't want to be a part of that society anymore. I left because I got tired of being constricted by eveyone and everything" he continued  "I had the weight of the world on my shoulders and I wanted no part of it anymore"  There was a crowd around us now, everyone turned to me anticipating a response.  The man that I grew to know as Michael also looked at me with worrisome eyes. I could tell he was searching for something in me to give him reassurance but there was nothing.

"I think that's Prince Edward!" Someone shouted amongst the crowd.  "Yeah, It is!" another responded with excitement. People began pulling out their phones recording everything that went on.  Like animals in a zoo, we were made a spectacle. Now, If I was the old me, I would have cried and ran away.  If I was the old me, I would've blamed myself for this fiasco, If I was the old me, I would have done everything in my power to avoid a scenario like this, but I wasn't. The new me, was tired of being made fun of. The new me, needed to make her demands clear, The new me refused to back down from any situation even if it meant losing the person you loved. The new me, needed respect and lastly the new me was fed up.

I took one last glance at him, hoping that somehow my broken heart would find forgiveness.  Though as my hands balled into fist and my tears became a part of the rain drops. I just couldn't find it in me.   "Gorgeous" he voice croaked "I'm still the s-"

"I don't even know you" I cut him off coldly,  "So whoever you are please just leave me alone and stay away"
and with that I turned my back and pushed my way through the crowd.  Bearing in mind that I just said no to the most important figure in the world.