Loss. Pain. Suffering.

Love. Hate. Joy.

Fate. Intimacy. Relationship.

Tragedy.

The summation of life. Most of us are familiar with it. We get overwhelmed once in a while.

Some are blissfully unaware of the sufferings and instead they feel numb.

She felt it all. She felt the joy when they had first got together. Like a child getting her first ever Christmas present with parents that were never present there looking on with clear joy. Her dream had finally come true. It was the best time of her life. Was.

What had followed could only be described as the brutal butchering of her heart. What’s left, that is. To think she had it all. Failure was becoming a habit that she could get out of.

The downward spiral is simply poetic. Poetic. Tragedies that are dressed and primed with colourful words to which the true irony is only understood by the like-minded.

She tried to stop it. But…

It feels like the end.

–

“Where is she? She fucking took off with my daughter and now you’re- Where the fuck is she? Tell me!”

“I. Can’t.” His words faltered in a baited breath. This was wrong. She should know. But then again what did they know. Nothing. Not yet.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking give me that shit. Where’s Kit? You can’t be fucking serious.” Tina took a deep breath trying to calm down but with no success.

“She fucking kidnapped my daughter. Disappeared with her for days without a word and now you’re fucking telling me that she’s not even going to apologize. No. Don’t bother. She’s never coming close to us again. You fucking tell her that.” Continuing on her rant, she notices that he couldn’t meet her eyes but she brushes that off hastily. Red coloured her eyes and her breaths were heated with resentment. An underlying hurt and she decides.

“Tell Kit that she’ll never see her again. Even if I have to get a restraining order against her,” with that, she turned on her heels and made her away home with her daughter.

Her lungs burned. With anger. With resentment. With utter disbelief. Mostly with a sense of loss as she finally understands the enormity of the situation. By not seeing her, Bette had practically given up on Angie. That made her stomach flip. She shuts her eyes in a vain effort to focus on her anger. Her only trustable emotion right now. Most ever. A teardrop made its way onto Angie cheeks.

–

Her eyes were heavy. It felt like lifting bricks. Dry. Evidence of her past anguish now gone. Everything. Forever it seems. Each breath pricked her. Pained her slowly as she gain consciousness only to lose it after establishing a lone figure by her side.

Tears are often misunderstood. Tears aren’t necessary symbols of grief. Sometimes they are just evidence of bravery. That we survived the pain, hurt, tragedy. Sadness is short. It is instantaneously over. What continues to haunt us is acceptance. Tears are the automatic route to acceptance.

Kit hadn’t been able to accept it. She couldn’t fathom the fact that-that her baby sister had to suffer so much in her life. To grow up in a pseudo family background and blossom into who she is-was then, is simply a fairytale. Indeed. Everything changed last week. She had practically lost her only remaining promise for a future to her love of her life. Now she will be forever reminded of her tragedy.

A sob got stuck in her throat. She tries hard to swallow the bubble of emotional release. Out of the corner of her bloodshot eyes, she notices a movement. A tiny flicker of…

 Life.