Retribution of Tears
Her
soulful violet eyes blurred with tears as she stood on the edge of the seawall and
gazed outwards at the turbulent waves below. Cupped in her two small hands were
the broken jagged shards of a crystal ball. In the next second, with her mind already
set, she knew that everything would change. She imagined herself plunging into
the dark turquoise sea below her, forever erasing all traces of the broken
shards of her and her memories. Yet, even in what she thought would be most
likely the last moments of her life, she secretly longed for someone to save
her.
As
swift as a silent arrow, a memory flashed by in her mind of her inhumanity a moment
ago. She hesitantly shifted her gaze from the waves to the shards in her hand
one last time. Scarcely several dozen heartbeats ago, these shards piercing
into her soft flesh didn’t exist. Her former lover was alive and well. He
looked too well, she had thought. At
this very spot, she had accused him of betraying her trust.
He
had mocked her and said that she deserved it for believing him. He said that he
has slept with other women all during the relationship. His barbed words jabbed
relentlessly into her fragile heart and he did not appear to care. She realized
that he had thought she was the type of girl who lacked a sense of self-worth
who could be easily deceived into falling “in love” with a charming guy. In
truth, she feared being in love with anyone since she feared what would happen.
She
had fallen into his trap of lies so easily and revealed to him everything about
her. She thought that opening her heart would lead to a buildup of further
trust but it had the opposite effect. Before she opened up, anyone could see that
between the two of them, she had more potential – writing incessantly and publishing
her works in well-known journals. On his side, since he quit school, he has worked
at a coffee shop as a barista for the last year and didn’t have the faintest
inkling of where he was going in life. He seemed fine with his situation and
she wasn’t going to push him to change.
After
she revealed her secret to him though, he started to distance himself from her.
He didn’t reveal his heart and she could only guess that perhaps he thought she
was delusional and insane. She had told him to never make her cry since looking
at her eyes when she was crying could transform him into glass. He had laughed
at it and became quiet when she kept insisting that it was true. She thought that
meant he believed her but now she knew that wasn’t the case.
His
schedule suddenly seemed busier. They saw each other infrequently and he cancelled
on several dates. The final straw was seeing him kiss a girl in front of his apartment.
This was the unlucky encounter from trying to surprise him with a visit. The two
didn’t noticed her and she had hurriedly departed before they saw her. Later,
she called him to ask him who that girl was.
That
was a week ago though it felt like a lifetime. They had agreed to meet at this spot
today. A year ago this was the place of their first date. She came thinking
that he wanted to meet her here to apologize and ask for her forgiveness. Instead,
he came to mock her openly. She had tried to not cry but the tears still pooled
out. Once they did, she couldn’t stop herself and could only watch helplessly
as his body turned into glass. Her retribution of tears was swift and deadly. He
could barely shout before he was completely gone. The shore wind was strong and
blew his glass form over the seawall where it shattered against the rocks below.
The only remnant was his eyes that flew like tiny pearls from his head to land
miraculously in her open hands.
She
steadied herself for an end to this life. He was a cheater but she was a
killer. Now seemed like the perfect poetic end. She took out a mirror and gazed
at her reflection held within, the last visages in her vision herself at her
worst. There was barely a moment of regret before she toppled over, the second
glass statue to fall into the waves that day.

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