But when it comes to let her go, it was something that’s killing him far more than to see her decaying body.
This is a story of a man who fell in love in the Summer. The man who fill up his youth with the story of success and gain. He is the aspiring gentleman with the name you’d see anywhere on the news, the pamphlet, or in between the gossip of your aunt’s nighttime chatter. He fell in love with the woman of the like, the sweetheart of the capital, the lover for all.
Promises were exchanged, words were kept. And they tied the knot in the Catholic chapel down the road, with his family paid the whole wedding. The mistletoe were their witness of how they lips pillows each other. For a moment, they’re the perfect couple that everyone dreamt of. The beauty, the love, the money, and the house.
Sometimes it’s best to keep your treasure away from the eye of the common. You want to see the light to shine bright, but not for everyone to see, only for those who have chosen to keep it on. They lived far from the city, far from the crowd. It was supposed to be temporary, at least until the man figure out another place to raise a family.
But he didn’t realize that someone mended the fence with an axe. The chained door was opened, it rattles down to the floor without everyone’s knowing. And some of the human traits that he knows best, is to let the jealousy takes away their ego instead of locking it deep within their darkest burrow.
When they told you to keep your lover tight, they really meant it. Keep them in your hug, make sure to lock the door before you slept. Wrap them in your thickest blanket, and don’t forget the gun that you always kept since the moment you moved to a brand new house underneath that pillow.
But the man was too naive to follow the rules. This was never a game of russian roulette, and his wife’s life should not be a a bet to begin with.
Only if he beats the science to see her breathing again, he would. But the gushing blood was dried down on the wooden floor, forming a new pattern for the new place. It no longer smells disgusting, not even close to make him gag and vomit right on place, though the rats are close to devour her lifeless body bits by bits.
It smells of betrayal,
of jealousy,
of someone who completely had his brain rotten and mental.
Even the light upon her petal skin feels no longer the same. It was stiff, blue, and cold. Her vessel now stands empty.
The grief that takes over the man completely turns him into a complete insanity. And he promised to himself that he’d ruin his own life, million little times, by thousand cuts, for her death was the blood that he owe.
