Voluptuously Yours,

Cripplingly Submitting

Later that day, Richard walked down the trail with a basket and a picnic blanket in his hands.

He snorted at how manly he was looking but it didn't matter. He was in a whirlpool of joy and goodness at the moment.

After that alternative view, Richard had left Dawn alone only to make plans for afterwards.

He needed to do something for Dawn. A gesture to show something.

He didn't know why he wanted to but the feeling he was having on doing something sweet for her filled his heart.

He asked Lorenzo to prepare a good meal with finger foods, fruits, sweets and a bottle of cranberry juice.

Lorenzo knew already what was going on. He made sleazy eyes at Richard, mocking him in their own typical brotherly way.

He simply decided to roll his eyes but he couldn't help but smile at him.

Lorenzo commented, "It's good you are like this. You are your best version here."

Interestingly, he was.

Richard walked, smiling. He already knew where he was headed.

Right at the end of trail, there was huge patch of land filled with grass and few trees scattered before him with the sky bright and vast above them.

It went beyond and one could see the early setting of the sun.

He had already left a message for Dawn.

She wasn't in her room so he simply wrote it on a piece of paper. Come to me at the end of the trail. Bring the camera. If you get lost, ask Lorenzo.

On reaching the end of trail, the land made way into the rich green grassland. He moved ahead till he was sure she could see him when she came.

Spreading the picnic blanket, it was wide enough for a whole family to sit. He laid the basket on the side.

Then, he waited.

He first sat, then got up and paced. Then again, he plopped back down, chucking the grass. He turned so many times to see if she was approaching, he thought he would have a head injury.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he decided to lie flat on his back on the blanket. His hands crossing under his head, he closed his eyes.

Breathing summer air, the smell of the earth and soil mingled with his own scent, roses. He loved roses.

It's because it reminded him of his own mother's fragrance. A nostalgic feeling arose in him.

He wished she was still alive. Even though he loved his dad and though with good intentions, Robert had his own way of teaching his son the gravity of life. It was not so colorful just because they were rich.

His mother used be his rock.

The phrase mama's boy wasn't an insult when people threw the words at him. It comforted him because that one person loved him and put him before anyone. Even before her own husband.

That kind of love was also dangerous.

He didn't learn how to protect himself thinking his mother would always be there to defend him.

When he was young, the mischief he used find himself into...boy, he was a handful just looking for trouble.

An expensive vase thrashed into million pieces, a broken window, failing in his school exams, reported to the principal, so many things he did and his mother was there to protect him.
Even when he was wrong.