The glass door swerved open as it detected my presence. I hurriedly paced down the aisle, on my way to the alcoholics. I spotted a Guinness and took 3 bottles. I paced towards the counter and paid for it. I held unto the plastic bag full of bottles. The street, was beautiful, per se.
But the flocking presence of lovers, seemed to be a slapping insult intended for my face. And yes, it hit me.
I hear church bells ringing. And that seemed a mock for my presence.
I paced slowly as the bells rung the chimes for the newlyweds.
And then, if destiny wasn’t a snout Cupid, she was there.
Yes, you were there.
Wearing a bride’s gown, with another man. You were married today.
I can hear Old Louis Armstrong’s La Vie En Rose as the sight of you and him crushed me.
I walked back to my apartment crying. My eyes were swollen. My heart was devastated. My whole soul turned colorless.
I took every painting I have of you. I looked for matches and the bottle of gas I have in my house.
I took the paintings to the rooftop.
I sprayed them with gas and lit them sparkling.
I watched the paintings cry from agony as the fire devoured them happily with pleasure.
“I loved you.” I stated.
I looked at the small buildings as I sat at the edge of the rooftop. And for a moment there, I wanted to stay a little bit longer in this cruel world. I smirked.
My life, was no more than monochromatic.
I went back to my room and locked its door.
My phone won’t stop buzzing.
I checked it, and everything was from the page. Messages full of hate.
“You lazy bum, your works suck.”
“You’re a waste of space.”
“You don’t deserve to live anymore.”
“You’re useless.”
I took the gun from my drawer and filled its magazine with bullets. The metal was cold. But my heart seemed colder than it.
I poured a glass of Guinness and savored the taste of whizzing fire on my tongue.
I played good old Louis Armstrong’s La Vie En Rose.
The trumpet played, and Louis’ voice came pondering.
“Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak, angels, sing from above
Everyday words seem
to turn into love songs”
“I loved you. Let’s be together in our next life.” I said. Tears welled up my eyes.
I slowly held the gun and pointed it to the side of my head.
I smiled.
I pulled the trigger.
Everything went black.
No matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it…
Some stories, just don’t have a happy ending.
