thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
Betrayal
It was late into the night.
She dared not to go home and discovered he was not back yet.
She couldnt get a divorce without giving it a second chance, but oh how hard this second chance is causing her. Her face is straining with the effort to conceal the pain from the world.
She still couldnt believe he did this to her.
--
"How could u!!!" She screamed.
He kept quiet and didnt say a word.
She held the vase in her hand, and saw how her vein throbbed as her fingers clenched onto it's fragile stem.
Then she put the vase down. And sat on the nearest chair.
She put her forehead onto her hand; half of her face is hidden, half of it contorted into a mask of disbelief and frustration.
Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as she stood up her shoulders faltered.
She walked to the door and started the car.
--
It's been two weeks and the memory of it was like it had happened yesterday.
He never said anything.
She went home and prepared dinner as usual, face unreadable, movement sure as she chopped up the vegetable and cooked the dishes.
Nobody would've guessed she was grieving.
She ate and left for her routine jog.
He came back and saw the food on the table, and went to take his bath.
He touched none of the food and went to work in his office room.
She came back and took her bath in the library's toilet.
They both made painful effort to avoid one another as they tried to make it work, tried for a second chance.
At night before they sleep, usually one would come into the room find the other snuggled with the back facing him or her.
As they slept next to one another, the sound of the clockwork broke the silence.
--
He could not stand the hypocrisy of it any longer.
He vowed to confront her, once and for all, and solve the matter.
--
"We need to talk." He said.
"We have nothing more to talk about the matter. Case closed. Go to sleep." She snuggled the blanket tightly around her, her mouth a tight grim line.
He sat up and faced her. Then he grabbed her arm and shook her up to face him.
Her hands sprang to meet his, both of their face contorted by anger.
"What the hell do you want to talk about? There's nothing left to talk." She said between clenched teeth.
Before he could say anything, she stood up and walked to the bathroom and locked it.
He sat in the bed, frustrated but listening.
She opened the water tap and put both her hands on the sink as tears fell into the running water, keeping her sobs to herself.
Then she sat on the side of the bathtub and held her forehead as tears flowed.
She blamed herself for trusting him when all her instincts said otherwise when she got to know him.
He blamed himself for making the mistake in the first place, and for not hiding of his tracks carefully.
She swore she would never forget.
He swore he's going to change.
By the time she came out, he's moved to the study room.
--
In time, both learnt to forgive but never forget.
Reality Ending
Happy Ending
Sad Ending
"Betrayal is like a broken glass, though u put it all back, u can still see the cracks." - Anon
She dared not to go home and discovered he was not back yet.
She couldnt get a divorce without giving it a second chance, but oh how hard this second chance is causing her. Her face is straining with the effort to conceal the pain from the world.
She still couldnt believe he did this to her.
--
"How could u!!!" She screamed.
He kept quiet and didnt say a word.
She held the vase in her hand, and saw how her vein throbbed as her fingers clenched onto it's fragile stem.
Then she put the vase down. And sat on the nearest chair.
She put her forehead onto her hand; half of her face is hidden, half of it contorted into a mask of disbelief and frustration.
Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as she stood up her shoulders faltered.
She walked to the door and started the car.
--
It's been two weeks and the memory of it was like it had happened yesterday.
He never said anything.
She went home and prepared dinner as usual, face unreadable, movement sure as she chopped up the vegetable and cooked the dishes.
Nobody would've guessed she was grieving.
She ate and left for her routine jog.
He came back and saw the food on the table, and went to take his bath.
He touched none of the food and went to work in his office room.
She came back and took her bath in the library's toilet.
They both made painful effort to avoid one another as they tried to make it work, tried for a second chance.
At night before they sleep, usually one would come into the room find the other snuggled with the back facing him or her.
As they slept next to one another, the sound of the clockwork broke the silence.
--
He could not stand the hypocrisy of it any longer.
He vowed to confront her, once and for all, and solve the matter.
--
"We need to talk." He said.
"We have nothing more to talk about the matter. Case closed. Go to sleep." She snuggled the blanket tightly around her, her mouth a tight grim line.
He sat up and faced her. Then he grabbed her arm and shook her up to face him.
Her hands sprang to meet his, both of their face contorted by anger.
"What the hell do you want to talk about? There's nothing left to talk." She said between clenched teeth.
Before he could say anything, she stood up and walked to the bathroom and locked it.
He sat in the bed, frustrated but listening.
She opened the water tap and put both her hands on the sink as tears fell into the running water, keeping her sobs to herself.
Then she sat on the side of the bathtub and held her forehead as tears flowed.
She blamed herself for trusting him when all her instincts said otherwise when she got to know him.
He blamed himself for making the mistake in the first place, and for not hiding of his tracks carefully.
She swore she would never forget.
He swore he's going to change.
By the time she came out, he's moved to the study room.
--
In time, both learnt to forgive but never forget.
Reality Ending
Happy Ending
Sad Ending
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posted by M.E. # 4:59 PM
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That story made a deep "cut". A flair for the words as your theme cites betrayal is like a broken glass.
The emotion tat's related to it variates and hybrids; pain, frustration, relief? All great ingredients for stories tat breathe..
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