The Spark Theory

The Regret

Can't you see

This is all a big mistake

I should try and walk away

But I need someone to hold me

And I know that's there's no way that this can last

Still I know that if you ask me to

I know I would stay

Just for tonight

-Can't you see by Tiffany

In our day to day lives, we make a lot of decisions, some are good and some are bad. Some decisions bring us happiness while some fill our hearts with regret. Some decisions do not affect our lives in any way whereas some decisions may change our lives altogether. Some decisions bring profit while some decisions can result in severe repercussions. There are decisions that should make us happy but they don't and then, there are certain decisions that we so deeply want to regret but deep down in our hearts, we don't. I know that kissing Devon was probably the worst decision of my life and I should regret it but somehow, I couldn't. Instead, I felt guilt and remorse. Somewhere, I also felt a slight tinge of happiness and a small sense of accomplishment.

Kissing Devon made my heart feel light, as if it was floating in the air of blissfulness. For, the first time in my life, I had felt a plethora of all new emotions which I had never experienced. I was exhilarated, to say the least. A strange tingly feeling that crept all over my body and slowly entered my heart and made me weirdly happy. But, the shocked expression on Devon's face acted as a damper to my uncontrollable emotions and brought me back to reality.

As I ran away from him, leaving him standing besides the pool, I couldn't help but let the tears fall. I somehow landed up in the entertainment room. The room was dark and I had no intention of putting the lights on. I was glad to be away from Devon, from the judgemental glares of other people, and most of all, Raphael whom I could never face again. As I sat down on the floor, crying I remembered everything.

A five year old girl was sitting on the playground and was sobbing loudly in the park because she had fallen off the swing. Her two blonde pigtails had become extremely messy and her chubby, slightly bruised face showed the absence of a missing canine as she opened her mouth to cry. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her knee was muddy and slightly injured, owing to the fall. A six year old boy came and hugged her tightly,  his small arms engulfing her completely as he offered the little girl his shoulder to cry on. He then, gave the girl his favorite candies and balloons in order to make her smile. The boy was like an Angel, her own personal fairy, in the garb of a small child for the girl.