Flight of Dreams

Losing Right

Life was never fair. They told you to be yourself and then deprive you of your life. They told you to do anything you want and then tell you, you have no right to do that. It’s so ironic that all they say negated with everything you do. It left you confused and baffled with where you should place yourself. It’s frustrating, but then you couldn’t do anything about it. You just have to obey because that is what you’re supposed to do. But then, I couldn’t help but to yearn for something that I know I could never have...

I wanted to be free…

"Is it beautiful?" From musing with myself, my attention focused on the female cocooned inside my embrace. She had her eyes closed while her head was propped comfortably against my chest. 

"What's beautiful?" A strong wind blew and I bended over while tenderly tightening my arms around her. Like a dainty flower, this female was fragile and I have to protect her.  

"The sunset. Is it beautiful like always?" She whispered against my chest, her breath leaving a warm feeling that passed through my shirt unto my cold skin.

I looked at the sight in front of us and felt an aching feeling as I looked at the setting sun. In its full glory, it transformed the horizon into a deep shade of yellow, and the waters of the sea into honey gold. It was beautiful, but I hated it.

"It's an ugly sight." I answered as I clasped her cold, frail hands into mine and rubbed them together. We're sitting on the balustrade on the porch of her stone house overlooking the sea, with her sitting between my legs. It had already become our routine to sit here every sunset to witness this favorite moment of hers.

"And as always, you lied again, Eliel. We both know that it’s beautiful and it will always be beautiful." Her pale face broke into a sad smile with her eyes still closed as she snuggled into the crook of my neck. “You need to be honest once in a while.”  

"It's an ugly sight and it’s the truth." I repeated as I threw an irritated glance at the horizon. The sun was almost set and it turned the horizon into crimson and the water into blood red. 

"Don't be a cynic, Eliel. The world is beautiful. It is and will always be." She whispered as she opened her eyes and left my embrace. Her pale face framed by her chin-length, brown hair, was turned towards the horizon, but her hazel eyes were lifeless, distant and unfocused.

"How do you stand being like that? Aren't you angry at Him?" Like a venom scattering in my bloodstream, anger boiled inside of me as I looked at her beautiful face robbed with the ability of sight.

"No. Because I know I deserved what is happening to me. I know that soon, I'll rot in Hell." Something clenched inside of me at the sound of the accursed place coming from her and at the finality of her voice. Heaving a deep sigh,I roughly pulled her against me and kissed her temple, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

"No, you won't. Don't be a cynic, Ryn." She chuckled at the words that I copied from her and then she held my large hands in her small ones, slightly squeezing them.

"I'm just stating a fact, Eliel. I'm being realistic here. I'm a sinner and sinners go to Hell." My jaws clenched at her words and I threw a deadly look at the horizon, now completely black without the sun's presence and with the stars and moon hidden behind thick clouds. It brought the world into complete darkness, the color of death.

That's right, Ryn was a sinner. She coaxed her half-brother into a sinful relationship and destroyed not only their family but also her half-brother's family. His pregnant wife committed suicide and their aged father died of heart failure because of the scandal she orchestrated. She did not care if she was hurting somebody as long as she got what she wanted. She was selfish and heartless back then. She did everything she wishes like she’s the only one who had the right to have happiness.Yet she never expected that Hell would snatch away her lover’s soul and Heaven would deprive her of her sight and give her blood cancer.