@Chamomile 24 July 2020 more from that month

Stained Ripped Shirt

**Cool breeze caressing my cheeks** **While sitting on a low wooden bridge.** **The crystal-like water cleansing my feet** **It showed me my reflection as I looked down.** **Suddenly, I heard the priceless giggle and chuckle of tiny children.** **As I watched them with painted smile on their faces,** **I could see innocence in their eyes.** **Their shirts were like rugs full of stains, stain of chocolates.** **How cute they were seeing them crying for sweets.** **Then the sounds of their footsteps were fainting as they left the place.** **I then closed my teary eyes to let the nightmarish fantasy pass through my world of imagination.** **I felt the cold hand on my right shoulder.** **Someone’s sitting beside me, the one I can’t live without.** **He’s wearing his favorite shirt, my favorite shirt.** **He’s perfect the way he is, he’s perfectly imperfect. Kismet it is!** **I was wearing with me his precious gift to me—white dress.** **I transferred the warmth as our hands intertwined.** **I laid my head on his shoulder as he caressed my forehead through his lips.** **I could hear the pounding of his heart, his breath.** **I’m still addicted to his scent, the smell of his hair.** **I couldn’t help but fall in love with him.** **So, here I am! Crying over spilled milk.** **But he lost me, he lost me.** **Then felt the cold breeze wrapping around me.** **He’s gone in just a blink of an eye; he left me, again.** **But I could still hear his heartbeat that served as my favorite song.** **His scent was my favorite perfume; his voice as my pain reliever.** **Him as my source of strength yet my weakness.** **As I composed myself, I heard the faint echoes of his voice, his cracked scream.** **Shouting and screaming out my name.** **The moment I stood up, I didn’t control myself.** **My whole body felt nothing, I was paralyzed.** **I fell down the silent flowing deep river.** **I was barely breathing until the last beat of my heart.** **Knowing that I was dying, I just let myself be free.** **I slowly produced bubbles through my lips.** **For the second time, I heard his voice; he’s calling out my name.** **I tried to open my eyes just to see your angelic face.** **That face of yours made my shield melt; it made me fall in love over and over again.** **Those glittering eyes made me realized how lucky I am to have him in my life, as my best friend.** **Still, I could see him wearing his white shirt, my favorite.** **He’s offering his incompletely opened flower liked hands.** **I tried to reach his arms, but I failed to.** **Like witchcraft, he suddenly disappeared.** **I swum up and look for him, and then I touched the edge of the wooden bridge.** **I was like a frozen bear when I reached the wooden bridge.** **My precious white dress was ripped.** **Red drops of liquid welled up in my nose.** **I felt the strong current passing through my veins.** **I lied down, crying and shaking.** **I looked up the sky until it turned into grey.** **I suddenly heard a very loud sound followed by a flash of lightning.** **I waited for the first drop of rain to fall.** **And the loudest scream of him has continued.** **Longing for his voice, I hurriedly followed the faint echoes.** **I was destined into a high-walled battle field.** **Still, I could hear his voice.** **I could see hundreds of soldiers fighting for a common purpose—love.** **None of them were backing down.** **They’re all wearing ripped white shirt, with stains of blood.** **Seeking for love, they’re all shaking and drowning with their own blood.** **Even the bravest were defeated because they withdrew their gaze to the ones they’re fighting for.** **Only I could see was their shadows, shadows of darkness.** **I spread my eyes just to make sure that Kraig’s still safe and sound.** **I felt the soft touch of hands on my ankle.** **The sweet whisper of a pale person trying to reach my ears.** **I looked down, to find out who’s that mysterious one.** **I knelt down, and I saw the poor face of Kraig!** **His white shirt was torn.** **Drops of blood dampen his face.** **He’s full of scratches, blisters, wounds, burns.** **Trying to catch his breath, he’s caressing my face.** **While whispering the sweetest line “I love you.”** **He couldn’t control his tears to fall.** **“I love you, I love you, Jes…” I cut his words knowing that he’s calling out her name.** **“No, Yvan! It’s Kate. Say my name! I just want to hear you!” “Jessica! Still you.”** **I wrapped my arms around him to transfer my warmth into him.** **He’s dying because of her. And I am dying because of him.**