"You let him go but keep chasing him now. Hmm..." a girl said sarcastically
She let a heave sighed before staring him again. A six feet man tall wearing his three-piece suit dark charcoal coat which perfectly fitted to his broad shoulder and well built body , brunette messy hair, pointy yoda ears, pouty lips, intimidating thick slight bend eyebrows and her favorite part of the young man is his mouse-colored eyes that captivated her at their first met together with his everyday unpigmented spectacles.
Aishh, feeling of in love!
He's currently sitting in the bench under the mahogany tree, glittering eyes, watching children whom he actually tutor every weekdays.
"How ironic it is, right, Francine?" the girl asked the other girl behind her which was still pinching her nose without bothering the presence of she. Like she wasn't there, a body floating on the surface.
She speak after the long silence, "He's happy Madeille..." she paused trying her emotion will not be driven her "...right?" she looked Madeille with a mock-up grin, an eyes showed dead stare, a dead soul as what she define herself, " After releasing him. After letting him go. He really is free now Madeille. " she chuckled.
"And while you, still keep in the vessel of catastrophes?" Madeille asked straightly and mockingly yet she's truth and serious about what she uttered.
She immediately shook her head for disapproval, "I'm not. Literally not!" she totally denied it, "I'm happy now, Madeille. Just acceptance!" she blinked as it is her assurance for the woman besides her.
Madeille shrugged after hearing those what she calls, access-covering-the-chamber-behavior, "Okay, heard those words many times. I'll just pretend it's new." she mumbled
"I didn't regret it," tears started to fall down in his pale cheeks, as she rubbed her permanent head-hugging brimless cap, made from triangular panels of material joined by a button at the crown and seamed together around the sides, "I did not."
As her tears drop to her cheeks down to her chin and descend in an empty green grass ground. The surroundings, the people, the place, the time, everything... Everything starts to change.
Ayessa Sayers signing in...
