Chapter 4 Kid
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When I predict rain, I cover my face. The rain is imminent, so I keep my eyes on the sky. The rain that comes from my eyes is as though I’m disintegrating before my very eyes. I literally cannot take another breath right now. Involuntary chest tightening occurred unexpectedly. However, I came up short. Slowly but surely, the lobster I was holding back began to leak. My eyes were tearing, and the water trickled down my cheeks and onto my hands. The words he said to us before leaving our house with a massive boat were the last thing I ever forgot.
“I won’t be visiting you guys again, filth!”
Garbage? We were undeniably your first true loves. How come we’re such a piece of sh*t?
My eyes were watering, and I reached up to wipe them away. As a child, I was too innocent to know better, and so I wept uncontrollably when my father left us. I was certain that my mother and I had done something wrong, and that was why we were being abandoned.
You need to go forward with courage, Jhelliet. Calmly, I stated it.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled the sour memories. My focus was fixed on the clear sky above me. A baby’s cries reached my ears.
It was, “Mommy, mommy..” My curiosity led me to seek the source of the sobbing. There it was on the playground. I went up to the kid and tried to calm him down. I got down on one knee to make things fair between us.
White kid. The softness of the cheeks. The strands of hair on his head slid down. His hair is a little longer than most boys’. This kid looks to be between three and five years old, at the most. The adorable doe-like eyes complete the creature. The color is hazel-brown.
“Baby, where is your mommy?”
How could this mother do this? Never leave a child unattended.
The kid stopped screaming after being told, “I don’t know where Mommy is, but Dada is with me.”
I turned around and saw him looking at my back. I decided to check out the object of the child’s attention.
Nate..
As soon as he saw him, the kid dashed over. As the young man walked, it clung to his leg. A sour grin formed on my face. Because of this, I avoided making eye contact with him. I kneeled, but then my knees felt so soft that I sat down on the grass.
“He’s been weeping for a while.” “Take the kid home to you,” I stated bluntly. distance oneself from them visually. The focus was not taken off the ground.
I still find it hard to accept. Daddy? Nate? How?
The kid approached Nate and inquired, “Dad, where’s mommy?”
From sitting, I stood up. I got up to leave, but his response caught me off guard.
“Your mother has already entered the car, c’mon.” He said to the kid, “She’s waiting for us,” and then he grabbed him up and began to walk away.
That man pretended he didn’t even notice me. If only I had neglected his son. Just kidding. I don’t think
I’m that awful of a person to do that.
Until they were out of sight, I simply followed them with my gaze. I got up from where I was sitting. So, I hopped on my bike and went for a ride. I bicycled home.
This kid has a striking resemblance to Nate. I don’t know why I didn’t see that right away. Maybe it’s because he and Nate share the same eye color, but the boy is white.
To be honest, I’m not sure if I trust what I just heard and saw. When I got home, I saw Mom, but I didn’t pay attention; instead, I walked directly to my room. I’d rather she not know that I’m crying.
When she caught me the last time, I went home with swollen eyes. You will assume a cockroach had bitten my eye, so I told her I’d been bitten by an insect while playing outside, and that’s why it looked puffy. After reprimanding me, she assured me that she would always stand by my side.
I wrapped myself in a blanket and slid onto the bed. The moment I stepped out of the park, I was overcome with a dull heaviness. It’s as though we’ve abandoned all of our past there. It all hurt like hell again. This morning, I’m in a muddled state.
His mouth clenched as he said, “Enough.” He formed a tiny line with his lips. With a sigh of relief, he exhaled deeply. He turned around to look at me, rage evident in his features.
How come I can’t read the love in your eyes? We were just enjoying ourselves while walking around.
W-what? I must not have heard that correctly. I reached out to take his hands, but he jerked them away.
“C’mon, you heard it right.” “Let’s end this.”
I met his gaze directly. All I saw were angry, blazing eyes. I no longer recognize the man I once loved in his eyes. He would never intentionally mislead me or make a joke like this.
“Is she someone you love?” The words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth.
Despite all I’ve heard, I think he loves me. Perhaps he has more. He won’t let me go without a surprise. If I stay here, he won’t be able to finish.
“I don’t love you. Just looking at you makes me feel sick.”
That’s what you’re saying? You’ve simply been faking this whole time, huh?
Because of your false affection toward me, I’ve always thought of you as my soulmate.
He ignored my question. He didn’t say a word and simply looked away.
“Say something! Is she the one? Oh, Nate, I don’t get it!” I’m not sure if I’d feel relieved or saddened if you answered my query.
You know that if you respond to me, it will hurt. After hearing your response, however, I was at a loss for words.
The answer is a resounding “yes,” since “I love her.”
My ears seem to be malfunctioning. The sound of my heartbeat has faded away because of this. I’m in pain because of something I’ve kept hidden for a long time. I thought I’d fixed it so it wouldn’t hurt anymore, but it seems I was mistaken. Once again, I made the mistake of trusting the wrong person.
How much longer must men continually break my heart by running away?
If I am successful in releasing you, I ask that you put all thoughts of me out of your mind.
“Even though I love you.” “Even if it kills me, I’m freeing you.”
The haze is creeping into my eyes. Tears filled my eyes. All I want is to stay uprising because if I go down, I could reconsider.
I adored him. Nate was the only man who ever truly loved me, and it hurts to think that we’ll eventually have to part ways.
The tears just kept coming. “Will you give me one final kiss before you go?”
His every move played out like a slow-motion movie before my eyes. Even though there are other people in the park, I can’t help but feel like we’re completely alone. As time passed, his face finally appeared. He no longer looked at you with the same blazing passion; instead, he looked at you with pity. My cheek was grazed by it. And he gently pressed his lips against my own, which were quivering.
It was our last kiss.
I was unable to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. Because of the pain they had caused, the tears I shed for the person I am currently with had a terrible feeling.
Before he finally pulled away, we had been kissing for quite some time. He got to his feet and walked away from me.
Simply look at me, and I will take back my freedom from you, Nate.
I made a low sound, like a whisper, and spoke into the air.
Please..
I’m going to cry, even if it makes me look ridiculous. There is a lot of attention focused on me. It’s simple; just go back to me. You turned around.
Naturally, I made a beeline for my lips. “How come I wasn’t able to defend him sooner?”
As in, “Why did I give in and agree to let him go?”
When I started crying, I used my palm to dry my eyes.
Since it was his wish, you granted his request and let him go. If you didn’t do that, you’d be stuck in an unloving relationship. The solution came from within my head.
I won’t spend the day moping about my room. I need to find a way to temporarily put the painful memories I should have buried a long time ago to rest.
I got dressed for the day. dressed casually in a black tee, some denim shorts, and white sneakers. My hair was combed. So, I just let it dangle. The thinning of my hair is becoming increasingly obvious.
When I got the chance, I examined my appearance in the mirror. Both of my eyes are puffy now. Reddish. I’m dead to my mother.
Once I was dressed and ready to go, I went downstairs. I kissed my mother goodbye and hurried down the stairs so she wouldn’t see me cry.
“I’m just going to leave. Bye.”
If I want to forget, where can I go?
