A Freaking Supernova

Walk to a Café

"Rest in the knowing inside."
Listen to Thunder by Imagine Dragons.

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In that one moment, it seemed that nothing mattered. I felt a sense of impending doom.

Who were these people who had got me married at such a young age that I had no memory of it?

Why were they so cruel that they had taked my freedom of choice and regarded it as their own?

When I was a mere infant?

Why God why?

Thunder boomed. I looked up to the sky with anguished tears streaming down my face, these questions swirling around my brain. All my dreams and hopes of the future came crashing down.

Deep down I knew that it wasn't about Iskender. It was about the fact that these people had blindly married me off to some person about whose's future they had no idea of at that time.

For all they knew, he could have grown up to be a rapist or a murderer. They couldn't know about his future. So why had they taken such a risk? Entangled my future with his? What had drove them to do it?

But the most agonizing thing was, that from this act it was clear my parents didn't care about my opinion at all. It was my life, so why had they taken such a big step at a time when I could barely walk?

Enraged, I wouldn't forgive them. Nor do anything which they wanted me to do. There was a way to mess things up and thats what I was going to do. Right now.

Before "he" could find me, I would find him.

I started to walk towards my school while the rain fell more heavily than ever.

I hardly cared.

I threw my backpack to the other side of the backwall of the school. Then I climbed and landed on the school grounds. The guard was nowhere in sight. Probably because of the rain.

I climbed the stairs towards the roof. Before unlocking the door, I hesitated. But the next moment I unlocked the door in one swift motion.

There was Iskender, wet to the bone, shivering terribly from being out in the cold from hours. He was huddled in a corner, his hand over his head his tee still clinging to him, though now it was thorougly wet.

Did he know the mess we were in? This was the first thought that came to my mind. But as I took in his sight, I felt much more guilty now that I had left him like this.

I left my backpack on the stairs and walked in his direction. Stopping about five metres from him I called out his name loudly.

"Iskender!" I shouted.

He looked up hazily and recognized me.

"Sa..Sarah?" He asked increadulously and stood up slowly.

Once he had stood up, I stared at him squarely in the face.

I wanted to tell him right then, for thats what would provoke my parents and his.

But I stopped. It would also ruin our lives.

Rain was falling in torrents, the cold wind whipping our faces. I went over to him and helped him to stand up.

He wasn't even angry at me, he just looked weak.

I made him go out on the stairs and change into the clothes in my backpack. There was a tee and jeans of my brother which I had sneaked out of the cupboard.

I had also brought the leather jacket since it had no owner anyway. Besides I didn't want my mother questioning me about it.

I handed it to him and watched him put it on. The tee was a bit large for him,but the jacket fit snugly.

Satisfied, I took out an umbrella and together we exitted the school.

It was awkward, walking on the road, together under one umbrella and in such close proximity. But it felt far more awkward to me, because of tonight's unimagineable diacovery.

If Iskender was uncomfortable, he didn't show it. The atmosphere felt charged. However, ocassionally our shoulders would touch and we would both instantly cringe away, as if we have touched a live wire, crackling with electricity.

My clothes were all wet unlike his which were dry. The weather finally took its toll on me. I was shivering noticeably.

I took him to a cafe. He ate ravonously like me. At least we shared the same appetite. I paid, since his wallet and money were wet. He hadn't talked during the whole ordeal. Good. I didn't want him too.

After he had done eating and I had finished two cups of caffeine and a chocolate muffin, we headed out. The rain had stopped after what seemed like ages.

It was then I remembered I had left my backpack inside. I ran back inside to fetch it. Iskender was already on the other side of the road. I couldn't cross the road just yet as cars were whizzing past us on the road.

Strangely, he had left the jacket on a nearby bench. I looked at him standing across the road in confusion.

"Take it. Its cold." he shouted to me, cupping his hands over his mouth so I could hear him from the other side of the road.

I put it on and looked at him strangely. He stared back at me. We stood like that for a moment.

Then he said something so quitely that I could barely hear him. But I did.

"It was strange you know, finding my wife sleeping on a slide at 3 in the morning." He had sighed.

Then he waved at me and turned, thinking I hadn't heard him, while I stood stunned on the side walk, staring at his retreating figure.