Why?

"Why fate always choose the hardest way when it could be the easiest."

~*~

I took a last glimpse of the painted canvas noticing every flaws perfected to fit the art.

It looks like a lost tranquil where you feel peace to be lost. Where you find the beauty of being flawed; you hear the sweetness of silence between number of loud noises.

Painting is my tranquil aside from peace of lost. Expressing every unsaid words through paint, brushes, colors and canvas is what I called art. There are no combination of words can voice out my mess, and so are the combination of colors can shout for it.

Questions old with years filled my mind about why does life could be such a mess if, no matter what, it will end up the same. Why does it have to be much complicated letting people suffer from what it can bring?

Apparently, life is so demanding obliging us to kneel down surrendering the circumstances.

Few years ago, Dad left.

Few months ago, Mom died.

And a few moments ago, he broke up with me.

And I'm still trying the last best left of me to stand up though deep inside of my soul, I'm shattered to fall into pieces.

"I'm breaking up to you simply because.. why do couples break? Because I don't love you anymore," he abruptly said looking at me with disdain then left.

Why do memories keep on repeating itself when it doesn't have anything to do but to hurt yourself?

I don't... I can't understand any thing, anymore.

My whole soul was always trapped with severe anguish. I was never been free.

The peaceful moment of silence fade away as the doorbell rang. I hurriedly dashed into the door hoping that it was him telling me that he love me and he would fix up things again.

But to my disappoint, he wasn't. Instead, there's a boy standing in front of my door.

"Oh," I manage to utter. "Scott, what have got you here?"

Scott- he was my neighbor just live beside my house. And, what more? I'm not that dense to not notice that he had a crush on me because honestly I always see his obvious stares and all. And knowing that my boyfriend- or should I say ex, was jealous of him before. But that isn't enough reason for me to take advantage of his feelings for my sake.

Actually, all house here are same and just differs in color. Us have the same. He could just mistaken his house maybe, I thought. It wasn't the first time though.

I look at him as he was speechless. I peeked at the house beside mine then back to him again, "Uhm, Scott? Maybe you've just mistaken your house again-"

"Yeah," he chuckled, seemingly... hurt? "Seems like you're expecting someone," he stated as if it was obvious.

"N-no. Not really," because he's not really coming.

And I don't know what in the world come up in my mind.

"Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to get inside?"

His face lit up, "Are you sure?" he voiced uncertain.

"Uh-huh. If you want, but it's not I'm forcing y-"

"Sure!"

And I open my door wide to let him in. He excitedly sat at the couch and seems like he's expecting to see someone.

"What do you want?" I asked worriedly. "I'm sorry. I don't really know what come up in my mind to invite you here. It's just that, you've been my neighbor for years and I haven't even welcomed you here."

"Nothing. I could just sit here and... talk to you? 'Cause I see that you're alone and you need someone to lean on."

His words fleet with worry and I don't know, my heart just sank with warmth and comfort that I ran to him and hug him tightly and there the tons of tears escaped my heart. It's like his words just pull the trigger letting me explode, not guns, but tears.

I felt his arms enveloped me and his hand running in my hair. Oh, how comforting it is.

"Hush, baby. Tell me, what was it?"

I sniffed and lit up my face, still embraced with him.

"I-I can't, anymore. It was too heavy for me to carry. I don't know why life could be this hard when it could be easy."

"Baby, listen," he paused, thinking of words.

Gosh, how am I so blind to not realize that he's so gorgeous.

"You know, it's not about how hard the journey was. It is how worth the destination is."

Then he smiled. His mesmerizing eyes captivated with mine, melting my broken heart and fixing every wounds.

He embraced me again, tighter, "Well, I can help you carry those if you would just let me, will you?"

I smile. Gaining my lost composure again, "Yes, I will."

And at this moment, I know, it's worth the journey.