The villain

You know her, that girl who is always the victim. She has had it rough before. People have hurt her in the past. She walks around with this weighing on her shoulders. Most times she is sunny and yellow. She feels like a hero on such days. She believes she is a hero for finding a reason to smile. She doesn’t tell people much about her past, except those she is attracted to. Those who have an aura that draws her in. She doesn’t read ordinary self-help books, she is not that broken she says. She wears her heart on her sleeve but puts out a rough exterior. She walks around trying not to get hurt, that’s her sweet spot.
So, what happens when she becomes the bad guy? She is walking around minding her business when he sees her. She never notices him, he is not the kind of guy she would be attracted to. He doesn’t have this aura of mystery that she loves. He is an open book, says what he feels. He wears overly bright clothes. He is what she finds uninteresting. He likes her though. He likes how her body is built. He likes how her waist curves inward into her sides. He loves the small bulge above her waist. He loves the small mounds that are her breasts. He walks up to her and they have a short and flowery conversation. She is receptive, he gets her number. That evening he writes her a short message that she replies. Then he says something he hoped would be hilarious. Almost immediately, he realizes it was all too forward. He sits back cussing the failure that is his enthusiasm. Then his phone buzzes, she makes a joke out of the whole thing. God, he has found the one.
Two weeks later, they are like two peas in a pod. They spend a lot of time together. He has found a new reason to live, she is his everything. His appetite is insatiable when it comes to her. Her body is this well that keeps on giving. He tries to stop himself but cannot. He wants more and more of her. He tells her how taken by her he is. She smiles bashfully and gets up. He wants her to say it back. He however chooses to count his blessings. He has this amazing girl who has injected so much life into his days. What kind of a man would he be if he were to allow unhappiness to ever creep into his life ever again. So, he smiles all the time, he gives her everything she wants and then some. She doesn’t say much to him, she just smiles at him. Often, he catches her with this faraway look, he worries that he is losing her. Then again, she is there isn’t she? He rests in the knowledge that she is a self-proclaimed YOLO-ist.
Then it all starts to go south. He notices she doesn’t call him unless he calls her first. He notices she doesn’t make an effort to dress up for him. It’s a phase, he consoles himself. When he asks her to spend the night with him, she refuses. He feels rejected, he feels lost. Why has his luck run out? Did he wear karma too thin? Was he gullible to believe he could ever be as lucky to have so much sunshine in his life? Should he have done more or did he do too much? However, he notices her come back to him. He notices her stupid jokes slowly returning. One time, she even calls him in the middle of the day just to hear his voice. He is ecstatic, that little house they would both retire in, he starts to build it up again. The couches are purple, it’s her favorite color. She deserves the best and he sure will give it to her.
One evening she calls him up to her room. He is excited, it has been a long time since he felt her body. He craves her steady touch, he wants to possess what is his. He wants to possess her. When he walks in through the door, he immediately senses something is wrong. He hair is tucked away and she is wearing some hideous toe socks. She invites him to sit on the bed. When he bends over to kiss her, she turns away and his lips land on her cheek. She seems far away. She avoids his stare. He craves those eyes, he craves the calm and joy they give him. She is slow but deliberate with him. She burns him, she cuts him, she takes his heart and holds it in her hands. She drowns him, watches his eyes rollback to the back of his skull, then she resuscitates him. The long and short of it, she doesn’t want to see him anymore. He stands there numb. She tells him, he doesn’t have to keep being friendly with her if he can’t handle it. He could laugh at her hypocrisy. He smiles and tries to be cocky. He is chocked however. He looks at that mouth he loved, he wants to taste it for one last time. She however seems very far away. It’s like she built these walls he can’t scale. She looks amazing today, how dare she look so good when breaking his heart.
He walks away, feeling everything. He feels his life slipping right through his fingers. The house he built slowly fades away. The familiar feel of her touch fades away slowly. Upstairs, she is smiling. She is smiling because this is something she has been wanting to do for the past few weeks. She is smiling because she is free. She is smiling because she has gotten rid of this wrinkle in her perfectly ironed life. She is ready to start her life as a single girl. She has long gotten over her ex. She is not hurting anymore. She feels liberated. Outside, he sits in the bus listening to a song they used to love. His chest burns. He wants to go home and get high. Then he remembers that will remind him of her. Damn, she spoilt everything. He looks into the dark night. The bus is roaring down the road, cutting into the dark. It feels cruel, like it is disrupting the calm that is the night. He smiles painfully. He is about to start his life as a pained young man. He is dragging this sack of pain and wants to go out and dispose of it. He reaches for his phone and calls the girl next door. She will be waiting for him, ready to do things she would never do to him, ready to heal him, ready to take off the sack of pain.
