Unexpected Meeting
Seeing her crying, I could not help but walk towards her. She seems so fragile, so desperate and definitely disappointed. Her cries are filled with agony, they are so intense that I feel my own tears falling without me even knowing when I started crying. I hear these voices inside my head, one screaming 'run away when you still can' and the other 'go and help her'.
Overwhem with confusion, I stop midway and stare at the stranger who had succeed to bring tears to my eyes and had an explosion of emotions. I could not bear to hear her cries anymore, they are draining my confidence and my strength and most of all I was afraid. I must get away from her. But on the other hand, deep inside, I know that I should just gulp this fear and go and help her. It should not be too difficult to comfort someone but it is nearly impossible for me to even think about it.
This fear that I have always had. This fear of being in love with someone. This fear of being betrayed and abandoned by this someone. And the worst, this fear of crying your heart out for this person who did not even deserved to be thought about.
Yes, I don't want to feel all these. I have seen so many people crying upon this feeling.
Love.
Sometimes, I feel angry towards these persons. How can someone cry and beg to be loved by someone who has hurt and rejected them, I even seen some kneeling and crawling infront of these bastards to be what? To be love.. that's what they were searching for, dying for and that was the same thing that had destroyed their lives. Some killed themselves, literally, without thinking of the consequences of their decisions and actions and I know what I'm talking about since I practically live with this agony.
She loved him so much that she killed herself for him but apparently she did not loved me enough to live for me and my brother.
Don't get me wrong I did not say that there are only bad boys in this world or that all girls are saints. But it was that way in my case, it could be the other around-at the the end we have the same result.
It is said that children were the ones who suffered in a broken marriage or ina loveless marriage. That was not the case for me, their were too much love in the marriage of my parents and thats why am without a mother today.
Suddenly, I was pulled out of my thoughts sensing eyes on me. I lift my head and see the crying girl staring at me. When I look into those teary deep eyes, I immediately notice that she is hurt. Not physically. I could tell that it is much more painful than this.
I would recognised these eyes filled with torture anywhere.
Yeah.
She has been crushed by ths stupid feeling. Each drop of tear, each centimetre cube of this salty fluid tell me how much she has suffered. You can see that she want only one thing, that is to die. Just like Her.
I cannot let that happen. I must help this stranger, she can't abandon now, I need to stop that. I could not help my mother back then from doing the irreparable. But I can help her. At the very least I need to try.
Then I feel myself sinking in her ocean of despair
That's what I fear the most-being crush down by love.
Panting, I finally wake up, gasping for air. I free myself from the blanket, sit on the bed and instinctively place my hand on my chest.
"Calm down Alex, it was only a bad dream" I try to comfort myself.
I close my eyes for an instant to bring back my normal breath rate and try calm myself. I am tired of dreaming the same thing everytime. Those eyes have been haunting me for days. I quickly take a look at the clock.
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Hate at first sight
Action“Don't you have manners? What kind of gentleman are you?” I asks though gritted teeth. He chuckles and smirks at me. "Sure I am a man, just the way I see you checking me out is obvious but gentle? I don't think so." he replies to me. "Firstly I was...
