H A P P Y E N D I N G S

KRIS

Two days earlier,

I could see the light glisten on the clean white floor, people flowing by to their respective areas. The hugs followed by tears, people wrapping their arms around each other engulfing into a tight hug. Some running to their desired destinations, longing to see their loved ones. While some never wanted to leave.

'Here you go.' Victor spoke from behind as he handed me the ticket making me glance at the printed paper. I pulled my suitcase from the car as people rushed by in a hurry. Victor hugged me, his lips turning upwards in a small smile. I nodded at him patting his back.

'Good luck.' He whispered before walking away and vanishing in a crowd, no longer visible like a flow of wind disappearing into the sky. My feet moved towards a silver seat as I sat down waiting for my flight. Altering in my position I settled myself on the metal chair. A flash of just yesterday flowed through my mind reminding me of why I was here.

'Bellona.' I parroted reading the scribbled words.

'She had been trying to prove the murder for some time but eventually gave up after the chief rejected it..informing that her hard work was of no use.

... She apparently gave up on her profession, resigning after two months.'

The tea cup clattered as the maid poured me a cup of tea, I mumbled a thank you and returned my attention towards the screen.

'She is in London right?' I inquired sipping the hot liquid.

Victor nodded, typing on his laptop. The sun had already set and in the blink of an eye it was night, darkness looming the sky. The hidden stars came to sight as the sky became black. I shifted my gaze towards my mobile replying to my clients.

'She is our only hope, only one that can turn the tables.' My head snapped towards Victor’s voice. Maybe he was right.

Only hope.

Only one that could turn the tables.

She knew things we didn't.

She came in like an angel for us.

'You will go to London, the sooner the better.' Victor spoke after a prolonged silence, his words reaching my ears leaving me confused.

'What about-

'Me?, Someone gotta stay behind to look over your throne.' He joked making me chuckle. He slapped my shoulder playfully engulfing me into a hug.

'Go on, I have your back'

I was snapped out of my thoughts as a female announced on the speakers.

'Flight 214k to London is now boarding. Passengers are requested to arrive at their respective gate.'

I got up brushing the dust of my clothes, airports were always dirty. Wending my way towards the gate, I could see a new hope as I walked recalling my aim.

I wanted to meet her.

I wanted to talk because I knew that she had answers. Bellona was a hope for me. I waited for that moment my whole life when my mother could be proud of me, she never answered, she never said that particular statement to me and wanted to hear it so bad.

Because she was the only one I had.

I wanted a time to come when one day I would be called a proud son, a person who brought back the broken pieces, fixing the torn puzzles. I didn't care if I had to kill or sacrifice. I wanted peace here at my heart where my father still lived and my mother still smiled.

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A squeaky voice woke me from my sleep, the bright lights made me squint my eyes as I saw a figure standing near, I coughed adjusting into my uncomfortable seat.

'Sir would you like something?' A female hostess asked making me nod, she smiled raising her eyebrows.

'Water.'

She poured some water in a plastic cup and handed it to me before scooting away.

Diverting my eyes towards the window I could see the plane as it floated through the clouds, a breathtaking view of it could be seen from here. Gazing outside the oval window I watched as the scene fascinated me. After sipping the last drops of water I leaned back again.

I clicked my mobile screen and went to the notes as an address was written there, it was my destination today. It was her home. I glanced at the information before putting back it in the pocket. Closing my eyes thinking the next time I open them I would be in a new country, my home country.

'Kris! Dinner's ready.' I could hear my mother inform me.

I got up from bed as my star gazing came to an end. I could see the moon glistening among the dark greyish clouds, lightening the patches near it. I scooted downstairs and sat at the dinning table, I could smell the smoky aroma of roasted chicken. My mouth was already salivating at this time.

'Oh you are here, please mix the veggies.' My mother smiled as she again went back in the kitchen. I got up and helped her in the making.

It was a peaceful night.

'I am back.' My father's voice echoed through the house, the empty rooms being greeted by his husky voice. He came in the kitchen and smiled at us, kissing my temples he ruffled my hair and then hugged mom. Taking off his coat he went away to freshen up while mom and me talked about whether the chicken needed more flavouring or not.

We were together everyday after father would home from his tiring work, no matter how frustrated or exhausted he was, there would always be a smile on his face. There was this joy of just bring together, mom poured us drinks as the ice clinked in the tall glasses. We laughed at the funny story narrated by Dad, there was a perfect family sitting in their home having dinner laughing not knowing the dark clouds that soon were going to cage them, captivating them in hurdles and difficulties, when time would be stuck and hearts would shatter.

I jerked my eyes open due to intense turbulence. At the corner of my eyes I could see someone tumble and then got up cramping away. A smile came across my lips as the flow of those moments that revolved around my head, flashing before my mind’s eye.

But things change, because not all endings are happy endings, not all stories remain happily ever after.