A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Fifty-Seven

           

Chris:

                A loud, resounding clink surrounds the whole driving range at Cluny Clays as soon as I hit my drive. The ball shoots faster, moving in a very long distance anyone couldn't even follow. I grab another ball from the wee basket and put it on the tee. I made a few practice swings before I positioned myself in front of the ball with my driver. A resounding swoosh from my driver followed by a loud clink of the ball resonates the whole area again, watching my ball shooting far right in the middle. I keep hitting my driver until I finished all the golf balls I've rented.

                                "Here's your third basket, Chris!"

                That was Chaz, putting the yes, the third basket full of golf balls that I've rented again.

                                "Are you not feeling tired, dude? That's your third basket already and you haven't had any break from your shots at all since we got here."

                I've totally ignored what Chaz said. I focused on the ball in my front instead and hit it again. I've been hitting shots with all my irons and woods for the past two and a half hours and yet, I couldn't even feel nor absorbed the word knackered that he keeps on muttering. I don't know if I'm too stubborn or I just feel numb with all the events that happened to me these past few days...

                ...The sudden shift of Ate Mhairi's memory; only remembering the part when I used to be her wee Chrissy Chris and not the Chris that she loves.

                She's out of the hospital by the way. The GP already allowed her to go home with Uncle George and Auntie Jeanette after three days. I didn't even show up to Ate Mhairi anymore after her release from the hospital. I've decided to focus on my studies and on my golf instead to stop myself on thinking about her and luring my broken heart in absolute misery and pain.

                It worked for a while, but not for long.

                Yes. My focus is on my studies; going to all of my lectures to make sure I meet all the necessary requirements I needed to pass them all. I've been playing in most golf competitions around my area and competing against other Universities as well just to refrain myself on thinking about what happened. I finally had the chance to be on my own; trying to heal and mend the cuts and bruises from the pain of misery of being forgotten by the one you love.

                But I failed. The cuts are so deep and the bruises are still there I couldn't mend it by myself.

                The pain's still there. I thought I can do it. I thought I can finally forget her for a while, even for a moment just to rebuild myself once again.

                But no. I couldn't. I couldn't cope nor rebuild the old Chris again.

                I couldn't bear the pain that still kills me inside.

                My gaze starts to get blurry. Looks like my tears are starting to well up from my sombre gaze. I try to refocus my attention again on the ball while I positioned my driver beside it. As soon as I hit the ball, my tear starts to rumble down on my cheeks.

~Flashback~

                                "Can you... C-Could you please stay with your Ate Mhairi?"

                I pause from turning the doorknob. I glance at her looking bewildered and puzzled by her words.

                                "I thought--- I thought you want me to go."