“I hate you!” “I hate you!” She repeatedly shouted. These were the very words that were sinking the titanic. The onlookers could not weigh in the source of the murky waters. But his heart and mind were in limbo leaving him speechless. This left nothing forthcoming from his word distributor alas not even a sound from his breath could be detected.
“I won’t do this anymore. I won’t be taken for a ride.” She breathed following her earlier outburst. “Why? Why?” she cried a little more begging for answers before the pain overwhelmed her shredded and distraught heart. The pure love she had for him was now tainted with the bitterness of soul, leaving her to despair for life in itself.
She mumbled with little sobs for she had no more words to express her crux mix of emotions but was soon up with her head high for she was a strong woman. His betrayal made her deeply sad in that even an apology would not suffice. It would only have caused deeper wounds and neither was the silence coming from him helping the cause.
She picked up the few shreds of clothes she could lay her eyes on. She was done! She could take no more. She thrust them in the small rucksack that hang by the nail but it seemed like it could not even hold one sweater. How could it? For the force with which she used to drive the woolen piece inside made it cumbersome to the rucksack neck’s resistance. She now had her bags ready. The door was open and she flung out with her bag on her shoulder. She neither knew where she was heading nor to whom she would reach out but she had the windows of possibility wide open. She was free to do as she pleased and was free from the pain. Freedom did not mean that she was peaceful; for her heart weighed heavy with the rough blend of love and betrayal.