1 First time

"I'm sorry"

His cold voice pierced through my heart. He apologized but somehow he doesn't seemed to care about my fallen tears.

"Why?" I asked, desperately.

"I don't love you" He replied, bluntly.

I glanced down to the ground. My face covered by my long hair. The tears seemed to slowly stopped falling.

I knew...

"This marriage just being arranged for elders convenient. Nothing more than that"

He continued while ignoring the silent woman in front of him.

I knew...

"I love her, not you"

I knew...

"It's best for us to end this marriage now"

"..."

He felt annoyed by the silence, when he was about to speak again, the woman started to raise her head and looked at him straight ahead with clear and red eyes.

Somehow his cold heart ripples by the calm eyes she made. Despite the cold words he spoke, she was calm and free from any emotions.

Why_?

"I understand" Finally her voice rang inside the room. It's very calm and soft voice, making others unable to guess her feelings.

And slowly she walked to the table beside them, signing her signature to the document on the table - the divorce document. When she finished it, she languidly walked out from the room but stopped in front of the door and turned around facing the man again.

He was tall and elegantly handsome. Maybe that's why she fell in love with him - or maybe I believed him that would be the one to release me from the glided caged. Maybe everything was just a dream that I desperately tried to grasp, refusing to let it go. It was just a mere dream after all these time.

She closed her eyes for a second before blinking it opened, bright but broken. I will return to the caged again.

"Goodbye. May you find your happiness" She smiled softly.

Without waiting for any words from the man, she fluidly walked away as if it's normally and nothing had really happened.

Thump...thump...

The sound of his heart beats changed because of the woman acceptance to this situation as if she expected it a long ago. A twitch in his heart making him uncomfortable, as if it was telling him that he lose something precious. He grasped his chest as he thought;

Why?