1 Valentine

Her last minutes were about him.

This was the worst birthday gift ever.

Death came between her limping thighs like the vows they promised together in the altar. Why did she have to ruin the present? Now, she couldn't live up to the definition of a wife. She felt sore from the liquid that touched her hands. It was pretty impossible to struggle in their difference. The plains of his chest belonged to a stranger acquainted to the promise before the vows. She felt drowsy under the tender lights and a pair cold eyes from the pixie glitter.

One dress embedded in pearly smiles, gold and sequins ripped to a million pieces like the stars guiding her in her next life as her other self does not want it to end.

She continued moving forward in hope to lay beside him when the morning came but humiliation priced higher than any pearls, gold and sequins in her silk body. If he found out what had happened will his fainting silhouette still try to save her? But these thoughts were like poisons in her tears as they stemmed out.

Therefore she rusted like iron abandoned in the unkempt lawn. She long forgot the cherries tied in knots in her drinks, the headache, and the cold and muscular pains. All shall perished and tomorrow - everything will be better.

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Next day came, she woken up on her princess mattress and stolen a glimpse to the young man with his wooden cooking spoon pointing at her lazy dragged face. Then stolen the corpses he magically transformed in their plates.

"Come back." He said but the stained and lip gloss she applied in her heart shaped mouth stood in greater importance. The knots on her cherry clothing was perfectly ironed last night. She tried to be grateful as she already owned him. At the corner of an empty street, she stopped and slid his picture clippings inside the glass pocket near her heart. The old lady besides her smiled feeling the longing of her lost youth.

'How wonderful it is to be young.'

She smiled back grinning. He was more than an angel. He made her forgot the pity and envy she lost in her enchanting steps but everything equate a prize more than the sequins and cherries she had last night. The buzz reenacted the itch of wanting to see him tomorrow, she pushed forward the grandmother to the ground. By the time the woman got up the sleepless driver shouted without looking on the flattened ground.

"Help. Save her." She said. Ah Ram choked in her tears to the draining colors of the woman's face. The man crawled up helplessly. The rubbles were creating friction in his hands behind his shocked arched back. He drove out the wheels lying on top of her crushed limbs. Her last minutes were about him. The photo she slid in her school ID was safe still attached on her broken neck. She smiled despite of the stain and gloss she cried outwards of her mouth. She rusted like iron abandoned in the lawn. She resisted to sleep, still masking the moment she'll open her eyes it'll be him.

Ah Ram opened her fogged eyes facing the Valentines special broadcast TV drama. The frameless bed felt empty without his presence and shadow danced the names she felt insignificant. She stood up irritated stretching her neck to the sides from sleeping in an awkward position and drank the carton milk before turning off the electric furniture. She actually dreamt herself dying in lined with the script of her favorite movie. She sighed as the sound beeping outside the apartment came from no one else but him. The rocks and pebbles she originally felt between her legs swiftly washed away as she turned jumping to his haggard frame.

Then, he told his sorry and lit up the candles of the wishes he wasn't able to fulfill. She flatly blinked the blushes in her jeweled eyes as she was pulled closer in his thinning arms. The air felt cold against the drying flowers in the sky that night. They were both broke still trying to figure things out together but the city under their balcony printed a priceless memory.

"Next year…no sooner! At the next festival I really, really! Promise to take you there."

Ah Ram did not answer nor did not look so sad instead she was happy spending Valentines with him late than never. The colors intermediate in the sky outlined the shadow of his deep shining cobalt blue eyes. The hoarseness of his apple, the hardwork in his dried frizzy hair, and the yelling of their neighbors from the veranda -- as long as it was him next to her… Tomorrow will be better.