VAGUE

CHAPTER 13 (PART 3)

CHAPTER 13

-PART THREE-

Pain is invisible, subjective and open dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches are worse, always taken to be less than they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes. Sometimes thinking the reaction of a person has to another's pain tells more about that person than they'd like. Maybe it's just that they were never listened, but no matter the cause they lean toward disbelief rather than empathy.

She killed many

Yet hear I am disagreeing from what I saw.

Looking forward from the corner of the road, a 1952 Vincent 1000 Black Shadow. It has existing 110 mph Rapides machine as 'The world's fastest production motorcycle'. Trying to comprehend what was going on. I kept on looking around, it was completely empty road except from some brown logs, my car and her motor bicycle.

Seems we're heading at the quarters

"She seems very different" I whisper to myself as if I was talking with someone

"I saw her killed many, but this time... she killed reckless... she killed no mercy" kept talking to myself while driving. I can't take my eyes off her motor bicycle as we roam the road.

She's mad as hell

Trying to conceal her temper; Trying to contain her actions.

Anger as blood red

Her thoughts are running wild, spinning out of control

Betrayal seems to harsh, untold truth can make someone choke.

Furious beyond thoughts; Furious beyond actions

A web of lie struggling in her heart.

Is it because of Knight-Drain?

I feel an ache inside as my thoughts suddenly expresses by tears. I am more than flesh, greater than bones.

I am what you need.

A solution to her troubled world.

why do I feel like your doormat?

She breaks my heart every day without knowing it. I offer what she need, who values what is free? Who cherishes something that appears in infinite supply? it isn't as endless as it appears. As my heart breaks so do I, dying a little more every time I saw her like this. I gripped on so tightly despite the fact that my palms where sore and numb. My nails dug deep onto the steering wheels to give myself a better grasp, to give myself one more hope that I would succeed, yet from the very start I know I can't win. A tear rolled onto my cheek, but I didn't care; I had to stay focused. I used to tell myself,

"I need to stay focused"

"She doesn't need to know"

I pretend like I'm over it right away yet I never am.

I can't.

It just takes time to heal and she can't help me with that. No-one can be inflictor and healer. Trouble is, all I have is her. Whilst I'd never give her up, never let her down, never stop loving her covertly.

*KNOCK! * *KNOCK! * *KNOCK! *

"Hey! Any plans to go inside?... are you staying on your wheels until night?" Lycko shouted from outside. Seems we reach the quarters pretty fast or it was me drowning with my own thoughts that I didn't notice that we finally reach the area.