Beautifully Broken {Short Story}
“There, standing in the rain
In the middle of summer fail
With the pecks of crimson, chicks
Little lilies in a fist
A hole inside her soul
Pain tattooed permanently throughout the heart
Looking for a healer that doesn’t exist
Inside the fire she breath
Locked up on the aisle of ice, her heart
There she stood with a beautiful smile planted on her face
A pair of red cherry lips pulled upside together
With eyes as calm as water in a pond
A soul mate has gone, leaving someone behind
An arcade of tears, falling down the crimson cheeks
May she ask why, but must and fate she got
The last words, he stands with a smile
With that, leaving a scar on a beautifully broken heart”
It’s been three days. Three long days without him. Without his kisses, hugs, and promises. All of this feels so strange to her. He is her warrior, her protector, her anchor, even though no one knows about it. The compromises, the sweet gestures, everything that melts her heart, all of those things are not hers. He is not hers. Even the bruises on her knees can tell. She has begged, down on her knees every single night. Praying to God, let him be hers for one night. One night is all she could ask for. Because deep inside her heart, she knows its not fair for the other her.
Its been three days. Three long days he’s been laying on that cold bed. Tubes going in and out of him, and so does his soul. His soul that is loved by many. His heart that is adored by everyone that knows him. People said that karma does exist and the world is spinning. But is it so wrong for her to love him so much? Is it wrong that her heart could not help it? Is it so wrong that he has to take the blow? People said that love is love. That it can not be judged, but really? What about her case? But above all, people also said that love hurts, love hurts the most to those who love so hard.
“If this is my last night with you, would you be mine tonight? Fully mine?” She once said.
“You know I’m hers.” Is all he replayed with.
His voice. His voice is all she could hear. Resurfaced above those annoying noises. Those annoying noises that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Sometimes she wonders, why human invented those sounds? Those machines? If it will only hurt everyone who hear it. Why? People said they don’t want to be hurt, but they invented hurt themselves. Those sounds is the example. The sound of a heart that has flat lined.
It hurts. It hurts so much. Even though he was not hers. He was never hers. But it still hurt. Probably the most hurt she ever felt in her whole life. But she could not help it. She felt her heart went away with him, taken with force until it left a bloody scar on her chest. A bloody scar that will not heal until she decide she will heal. But is it possible? Is it possible to heal from such pain and move on? Is it possible for a mortal human being like her?
Until time answers and she realizes. It is possible to heal. It is possible to move on. Because in fact, he was never hers, even the other her. The universe might ask why? Because he was nobody else’s but God’s. He belongs to God, not other human being. There are no human belongs to other human. They are just a gift, a temporary gift given by God to those who deserve. To those who are willing to love and be loved. To those who are willing to give and to take without forgetting who is the source of all happiness. To those who are willing to remember God.
