The Forfeited Cavalier 2 - The Traumatized & The Wandering Soul

P/S : Read my entry on The Forfeited Cavalier beforehand to continue reading this story if you haven't .
P P/S : If you are not interested in my love life or creative writing do skip both .

Start .

No one ever dies from a broken heart .

I was standing on the long escalator with my gloved hands moving along the hard steel railways in the yellow airport . Perhaps the color yellow was painted intentionally to make the comer backs feel more welcomed , and the leavers feel warmer and more like home even before they leave . I wondered .

"Hey ! " I felt a tap on my left shoulder . -A fast , neat greeting was made on the spot .

"Hey ... It's YOU ! Aaaa !!! It's Y.O.U !!! What are you doing here ?! "

" I came here to meet you , remember ? D-U-H ~ "

"Hahaha ! Sure ... " -Actually , I didn't remember . I couldn't remember anything . That shouldn't be .

" So , what time was your flight ? "

" Erm ... About ... 9.18 a.m. yesterday ? "

" Oh , really ? Well that's like 5 hours before mine today . But fair enough ; you have more transits and stuff . "

" Yeah ~ "

"Well anyway , I'm glad you're here . " -I smiled to him . He smiled back . I miss him . I do .

A few days went by . Everything went on well . We were both very happy , hadn't had a fight so far . We would have ten if it was before .

I took him around this place and treated him as my V.I.P guest . The differences are the countless time we made love to each other every night , the jubilant kisses we shared , and his befitting hands molded through mine every now and then ; his warm breaths never left my side , not even for a second . I never felt so safe and secured before , not even before before .

We were at the casino . I was dressed up pretty glamorously with a stylish denim jacket over my white flora print dress with pink and tiny violet flowers . My hair was very straight , sleek , and shiny that day . Very long too . It has never been in such a nice condition before .

He was in his best too . My elevated heels made us look almost too perfect to stand beside each other . I looked down at my purple heels which were busy composing sonatas as we walk . I secretly tried to follow his steps ; right and right , left and left ... I saw him noticed that after a while , he knew it too . We looked at each other in the eyes and burst out with laughter ! He kissed me , and I squeezed his sheltered hands tight .

" Hey , come , look at this ! " I left his hands and ran towards the display glass box somewhere in the middle of the aisle . "I've never see such a thing before . Hey ... ? "

I turned my head back to find him . I couldn't .

" *George ? *George ! "

I really couldn't see him any where . This is the first time so far that we finally lost each other . Broken threads . Testing connections . My heart screamed as her beat accelerated . My eyes busy penetrating through hundreds of people that seemed to block my way . I hate them ; those innocent creatures .

" *George !!! *

I saw him . He was standing on the long pathway with his naked hands clutching the hard steel railways behind the yellow wall . He didn't look well . He looked sick . Very sick .

I rushed towards him and held him tight .

" *George ! , are you alright ? Honey , speak to me ! Are you OK ?! Darling , you are scaring me ! Please , speak !!! "

" Cindy , dear ... I can't ... "

" What do you mean you can't ! Come , let's sit over there . "

I dragged him . My eyes started to tear . My sight tried her best to escape the sight of his ; as I could see his eyes turning gray and his eye bag changing into blue-black . I'm scared . I'm very scared ! I kept telling myself I can do it , though the seats were about 5 meters away from us , and *George couldn't possibly take even another step .

I had to stop . I could still drag him with my inner voice cheer-leading my wore out energy , but he looked too ill to be punished so . I started crying . Everyone saw us , they passed by , but did nothing . I didn't shout for help either . My mind was blank . Didn't know what to do .

I just kept calling his name and asked if he was alright . *George collapsed on the ground . I cried harder . My hands that were gripping him tightly suddenly gripped nothing ; my own nails pricked into my palms .

"*GEORGE !!! "

" Dear , I don't want to go . I really don't want to go ... Please save me ... "

" I want to save you ! But HOW can I save you ?! Quick , say it ! Say it !!! " I grieved .

" Darling ... " He cried . " I have to go . I'm sorry . I'm not alive . The one you talked to on the phone that day wasn't me . "

" What ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ?! Are you NUTS ?! Quick come back HERE ! Where are you going ?!?!?! *George! "

" I'm dead . You killed me in the accident the other day , remember ? I told you it was you , but you didn't believe me . Good bye , Cindy . Please , please help me do one favor , will you ? "

" What is it !? "

" Call my names five times if you really miss me one day . When you have grieve not . Remember ... "

"I will ... I will ..... " I saw him disappeared in front of my witnessing eyes .

I went home . Back to the dorm , I see some of my house mates , classmates , *Robert , and some church friends . They weren't very friendly to me , and always in their own group . It's the same today , as they gathered in a room apart from the hall . *Robert was sitting on a couch for three playing his guitar . Everyone looked at me , but ignored me the second . *Robert did the same . They all made me feel sick . So , so , sick .

The hall was noisier , but I had to go there instead . I sat there , stoned . Traumatized .

I looked around me . Everyone was so happy . Except for me . And ...

I saw *George at a corner ! He was still with his sick look . This time , under the florescent light , he looked so much sicker than before I dare not touch him . But I moved towards him , slowly .

" ... *George , what are you doing here ? "

He didn't answer me .

" George ! Answer me ! What are you doing here ?! "

He stared at me with his bloodcurdling eyes . I stepped back .

" You ! It's YOU ! You brought me to my death . But I don't want to die yet ; I still want to be with you . Come here . "

" NO ! You're CRAZY ! I WON'T go there ! "

"Darling , come here . Why are you running away ? You said you love me . Then , come . "

I stared weeping . I ran as fast as I could away from the hall into the cubicle where the Christians fool around .

" How can I get rid of him ? TELL ME !!! "

" Get rid of what ? "

" HIM !!! Can't you see him sitting there on that green chair ?!!! "

" Him ? Ha Ha Ha ! Ask the priest ! Why ask us ?! HA HA HA ! "

I had no choice but to go to the old priest sewed to his chair . The feeble old man had been sitting there for six years and never moved ever since . He tried helping me but was too frail to speak . He's wasting my time . I HAD to go .

" Cindy ! Someone's searching for you ! He said it's urgent . Quick come out here ! " One of my friend shouted from the hall .

Fuck . Not this time ! I fumbled across the tables and chairs and sat near to *Robert who still acted nonchalant towards me . That fugger !

" What's wrong with you ? " He asked .

Before I could explain anything , Peter Hammond (my head of school) entered , followed by my classmates .

"Woo ~ Time to go out , guys ! The theater people need the room . " AnnounceD *Robert .

I crawled towards Peter who was giving out handouts. I saw the white clay sculpture of a wedding gown I found myself which I was suppose to wear on my performance day as " The Chinese Bride " . Just as I was about to touch it and made it come to life , Peter threw a piece of paper with a new white wedding gown of clay instead . Beside it are brown and orange marble like candies sticked on the paper . As I was about to observe them , my paper flew away ; dropping the small marble drops . They clumped together and now looked like multiplied viruses . My paper flew towards *George . Shit !

He was sitting on the wheelchair , looking sicker and greener than ever . I'm scared . I'm scared ! I'M SCARED !!!

I woke up . Tried very hard to catch my breath . Traumatized . I lay there on the bed looking up the ceiling . Mind blank . I looked at the window and saw the sun . How happy I was ! I rubbed my eyes .

Slowly , I covered my head under my blanket and whisper ...

His name 5 times .

P/S : I think I turned my head to check behind eight times when I am typing this piece . I'm seriously STILL fucking traumatized and terrified ! MUST on music to ZzZzz tonight !!!