Confessions of a Cynic

T H I R T Y - T H R E E

Everyone and everything was vague.

She continued to walk, looking at fainted pictures of people, hearing their fainted voices. She passed by them, wondering what is going on.

But then, far off the distance, she saw something shining and gold. She walk towards it, seeing it was the only thing clear. She realized it was someone's hair.

And she was well familiar with it. How could she be wrong?

She stopped and stared. A deep emotion overshadow her, made her chest be in pain and her eyes began to wet.

Psyche continued to stare until its pair of bluish-greeinsh eyes stared at hers also.

"Maam? Maam?"

The call of her name jolted her, wakening her from her sleep and away from her dream. She looked around, everyone has already left rhe plane except her.

She looked at the young woman in her navy blue suit who was looking at her with concern.

"I was in a deep sleep." Psyche let out a chuckle.

"Yes. We have already arrived, maam."

"Ah, yes. Yes. Thank you."

Walking in the airport where Psyche saw the people were walking with their luggage, arguing, laughing, crying and embracing their loved ones the moment they saw them made her feel lonely.

She sighed, as she walked pass by them. It must be nice to be greeted by someone after not seeing each other for too long.  She thought.

She continued to walk but then, she notice something gold far off the distance, admist the crowd.

Why is this familiar? Where have I seen this?  She thought, atretxhing her neck to see a clear view while her heart began to beat faster.

As the crowd began to disperse, she saw not only the golden hair but a face as well. Its handsome face was looking somewhere too, stretching his neck.

What is this? Wasn't it just a dream? She continued to look at him, unmoving. Her eyes began to wet, unbelieving that he was there, right infront of her.

And when finally, he laid his eyes in hers, she swore she has forgotten how to breathe for a moment.

He found her. He finally found her. She was bringing nothing but her laptop case, embracing it close to her. She was looking at him with her eyes wet and sad. That look gave him a heavy feeling in his chest but he was the only one who's to blame.

"Psyche." it felt like it has escaped on its own. How could she make him so helpless?

"Psyche." he called once more.

"Are you going to yell at me? For leaving you?" She said, her voice was firm.

"I think it was right that you left me. That way, I would never have come to realize it." He replied.

"Realize what?"

"A value of a person once you realize they are gone."

Ahe stared at him before she looked away with a scoff. "You don't need to waste such words anymore just to show that you care for me. Eros, it's over. I'm done. I'm done with you. You've hurt me over and over again and I don't want to be treated like a fool over and over again." She walked passed by him, trying all her best to hold vack the tears.

"Psyche, just listen-" He grabbed her arm but she shoved it away.

Just then, Helena and Beatrice saw them.