To witness love and to experience love, is quite different.
I played the role of a witness while my mother experienced love, one received from my father. He was simply a man in love, not with the idea of love, but with the woman who introduced him to love.I recall the days of admiring how beautiful and easy, they made everything seem. Everything felt right with them and I, a few times so, desired to be the one to experience such love. In unfortunate turn of events, tragedy decided to knock at our door. It claimed the life of my father, separating us and leaving us in the cold.My mother seemed lost without her other half.The desire to better relate to her pain had overwhelmed me, so much so, because all I wanted was to offer more support and be a reliable source of comfort for her. The unhealthy mindset I had then, in the early days of fresh and raw pain while mourning, was strong, I admit to this. What amazed me through it all, was the way my mother noticed where where I was mentally, and how desperate I'd been, to escape my own grief, in order to focus on hers and be her strength.She called me out on this, to not hurt me, but to prevent me from drowning, when everything finally hit me all at once. When I look back to all those times I misunderstood her intentions, I do feel sorry.Her strength has been my strength, like how mine has been hers. We've reminded ourselves of who my father was and what he strongly believed in, we've taken that as part of our source of strength and carried on, with a focus on healing and taking a day at a time.The process may seem long and hard, many times frustrating, when pain hits stronger, more than the last time, but sure enough, days have gotten better.Responsibility concerning my mother, had taken over due to the knowledge that I am all she has. I am the piece that links her to my father, like the love she shared with him. I've found her stare at me longer than necessary, with a flash of pain passing through her eyes, which have pierced my very own heart.The sense of responsibility, especially towards shielding my mother, from possible hurts, has weighed on me heavily, like the burden of keeping things from her.' I did it to protect you,' a line used too many times in movies, became the very same line, in which I have in mind as a reminder of why I've kept silent on some matters.She is one of the strongest women I know, but knowing how sensitive she gets in anything concerning me, I worry about her. I have been quite careful to not bring attention to things that may make her more sensitive. Unfortunately some things have made me work up a sweat to keep them hidden.Rumours had surfaced around our neighbourhood lately, rumours circulating around one family, the Myers. I knew better than to engage in rumours or talks, because I knew all too well how it felt to be the subject of hot topics within rumours.This is why I made sure to avoid them, especially phone calls that came from people who would engage in rumours.Speaking of phonecalls, nothing could have prepared me for the one I receive now. I hold back for a while, I swear that I do but eventually cave in, when I remember who it is that is calling." Hello, Milla." He's the first to break the silence." Hi Neil."A Myer." It's been a while." He's being too nice, It's been a long time.'And maybe I'm at fault,' I think to myself.'A Myer is a Myer, remember?' Those were my words back then." Yes, it's been a...while. I'm surprised you called."That doesn't sound right, he tried to keep in contact but I......" Why did you.....?" I trail off, leaving the rest in the air." Honestly, when I heard, I thought of you."" Heard what?"" You know, about William possibly returning."Right then and there, time stops for moment.'William is what now?No, I must have heard wrong. He isn't, he isn't supposed to do that, well not now at least. ''This could mess up everything.'" Milla, are you there?" I blink a couple of times, getting back to reality." Oh...Um, your family must be happy?" My words don't come out right. I mean, I'm unsure of how to feel right now."You didn't know, did you?"" Hmm." He guessed right.' Well, you didn't want anything to do with the rumours.'"Maybe it would have been better if you heard from someone else." He says, but it sounds like he's talking to himself." N-no, thank you for telling me. Better to know now than later, right?"" Can I ask you something?"'Please don't ask me about him, please don't ask me about him.''He's going to ask about him, that's the whole reason he called.' My conciousness says, shutting down all hope." Yeah, sure."" Would you talk to him if you saw him again?"" I doubt that would happen. "" Milla----""Neil, I have to go."That's it, this conversation needs to end before I say something I'm not supposed to." Oh, okay. Well, it was really nice to hear your voice again. I mean---"" I know what you meant."" One last thing."" Hmm?"" This might not be the last time I call, I did miss a friend."He hangs up before I can say anything.I let out a sigh, finally taking in all the information I recieved from this one phonecall.Rumour or not, this piece of I formation is too hard to process.Sitting on my mini bench, in my balcony as I sip on my tea, I have done nothing more than try to ignore the next incoming call. With the cell phone placed under vibrate, in all honesty, nothing has helped me in silencing my overthinking.It's all coming back to me now, what I did, the decisions that choked all the air out of me.' You did what you had to do. There was no way out then.' My consciousness reminds me of the state I found myself in, two months ago.'You were helpless.'Some things are better left unsaid, this is what I have tried convincing myself of.' I've lied and nothing is worse than that, ' The guilty side of me takes a turn against me, making me feel more worse than I already feel.I close my eyes for a moment and use all light thoughts, to silence the concerning ones. For a while, calmness seeps its way through my body, only for that moment to cease, when I hear a knock on my bedroom door. Right at that moment, a message notification zaps through my phone, distracting me for a bit, but not entirely, that I forget about the knock."Coming!" I announce, on my way to answer the door, making sure to not forget about closing the sliding door.The balcony has a story of its own, the kind that has left my mother sensitive towards. Long story short, during the period of mourning when I wasn't entirely myself, my feet had once stepped on that edge. Pain had driven me to it and to have my mother be the witness, definetly brought about the worst memory.I am very sure that witnessing a loved one go through that, was painful." You forgot your laundry again, Milla," mum says the minute she enters my room, or more like scold me.I don't mind it actually, in fact, I appreciate it. It's a distraction from the overwhelming emotions that had taken over not too long ago.' Hi, it's me......I want to call you, please answer this time.'I didn't answer, I wouldn't answer because I didn't want to, but my heart already did.' I don't want to, you're coming back. Therefore you've broken your promise to me.'Moments come and moments go, which leave a person in their most vulnerable period. That was me, months passed.It hadn't been long since the passing of my father, when my mother fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. I felt alone, I was alone and everything seemed to be thrown at me.I've never felt so vulnerable and confused, being unable to take control of a situation. I felt small against a big mountain, that needed me to dig down deep within and search for strength. No matter what, I never gave up. I never wanted to because giving up at that time, meant that everything would be over.Unfortunately, while I had battles to conquer, there was a witness. I don't know how, but William Myers became a witness and that alone became dangerous. The danger was not with him witnessing everything but with him involving himself in my life, when I clearly asked hikm to stay away.Now things have gotten complicated.Till today, I wish he was never present in that period of my life.Now I'm s
~ Flashback~~' I want you to stay away from Will.' I blink at her, not sure if I heard right.' Mam?' ' I want you to stay away from my son, Milla. This, whatever it is that is between you two, it must end, today.' ' I don't understand.' I shake my head.' Okay.' She breathes out, before continuing, ' Look, my Will is a good boy, with good manners and is very friendly with everyone, but it doesn't mean that everyone must grow too familiar with him now. ' All I can do is silently look at her as I try to understand what she is trying to say here. Does she have a problem with me and Will hanging out?Or is she implying that I am a bad influence in his life?' This friendship, if you'd like to call it that, needs to end today. I wish to not see you around my home anymore.' ' Did I do something wrong, mam?' I ask, feeling really bad now.I am pretty sure that I never bothered the family, I've never asked for anything and rarely set my foot at the Myer household. Will and I have see
To make a statement by simply dressing up is one thing, but to make such a bold announcement by actions, is a bigger step.The will power comes, and it comes so strongly, I am finally able to look away. Thankfully that's not the only thing I seem to be able to do but to turn back around, and walk away.I am leaving and not coming back.It was a big mistake to come here." Milla!" The call is loud and clear, capturing the attention of those around and certainly pulling me to a stop.It would have been better to not know who called me, this way I would have continued to run away. Damn my ears for recognising that voice too well. It hasn't even been a full on 24 hours since his return, and already he has crossed the line.' This is what happens when there is lack of communication.' My consciousness hits me with its two cents, at the wrong time." Milla?" I hear my name being called again, but it's a female voice now.This relieves me a bit.I turn around to see who has called me.Ner
" Will you finally talk to your husband?"The audacity to say that.I'm on my feet now." You are no one to me." I say, turning around to face him." Are you sure about that?" He steps closer, decreasing the gap between us." Fine, we share a past. " I give in. " No, there's nothing there, only broken promises and betrayal." I continue on before picking up my glass and walking past him." You were my friend and you still remain my friend." I feel a tug on my arm, forcing me to face him yet again." Liam stop----" " Atleast you still call me the same." He comments.There's silence, there's eye contact, alot of eye contact that it feels almost impossible to look away now.His golden brown eyes are more golden, under the night sky, despite the lights around us. It's a little overwheming to define myself in this position yet again, where I'm at the receiving end of his stare.His gaze can be quite intense, the longer it lingers on you." You should have never came back." I pull my arm o
What?Did I hear correctly?" You did." He answers.'I spoke out loud didn't I?'"Yes you did." 'I should stop, seriously.'"Don't, it let's me know what you're thinking." " You don't want to know what I think about you right now." I say, narrowing my eyes at him." I do actually." He responds, taking a step forward while I take one back.He's now standing in the doorway, completely blocking my view." Get out of my way." " No." " What are you doing right now, huh? Is this a new William Myers thing you've adopted? Forcing women to ------" "You know I would never force --------" " Don't act like we know each other that well. Years have passed and ------" " Memories have a way of sticking with you no matter what. " He finishes, even though this is far from what I was going to say." Well, I don't know what memories you're keeping with you, but all I know is that mine aren't pleasant. I remember one thing and that's how much I've been hurt by you." Guilt flashes through his eyes,
" Mom?!" I literally shove the hospital curtain aside, feeling impatient about seeing my mother.I sigh out in relief when I finally see her. The sight of her in a better condition than the last time she was here, eases me more. I look her over and am able to conclude that she only had hurt her foot. I can't fathom what I would have done, had she experienced sever damage due to the fall. No heavy injuries means that she can come home soon.She carried way too many things down the stairs and missed a step, causing the fall. I've always said to let me handle all that but with her stubbornness, it isn't easy to get my way.Had I been there, she wouldn't have had to do all that work alone." Milla, how are you here?" She asks in surprise, while receiving my embrace." I'm the one who called her, aunt, " Lia explains for me." Neil offered to bring me here." I also add, stepping aside so she can see him. It's been years, so I can understand the moments of silence she takes to just look a
' You should have stayed away.' I mumble to myself , tapping my foot on the ground. I've been standing in the same spot for some time now, contemplating whether I should go into his hospital room or not. The wait is torturous but that's all I can do in this moment, to simply wait.Tears prick at the corners of my eyes when the image of an unconscious Liam comes to mind. That image has been haunting me on the way to the hospital, and it seems like it's not done with me yet.I wish I could have done more to warn him. Why did he have to be so stubborn?' Why Liam, why did you have to be so stubborn?' I feel guilty and sorry. I wish I could tell him right now but I doubt I would be allowed to.'Ah!' I let out a gasp when I'm suddenly jerked around by arm, and I come face to face with Mrs Myers.' How could you let him risk his life like that Milla? I almost lost my son because of you!'I wake up with a start, sweating and all. It takes my heart quite a bit of time to calm down and tha
" Milla...." " Tell me! He's here isn't he?" He better repeat what he said, so that I can confirm that both my ears heard right.He sighs before nodding. " Yes. Well, he's close and that alone is dangerous." " How do you know that is true?" I question, ignoring the dangerous part he mentioned." I just do, okay?" He sighs. " I have sources okay." " Are you making up stories to cover up for the fact that you had no other reason, for breaking your promise to me?" " Milla!" He nearly shouts, sounding offended. " I wouldn't lie about this." All I do is to stare at him. I don't know if I should believe all of this right now. What if he is making up ------" I was just talking to your dad, I didn't even know you were standing behind me and eavesdropping on my conversation by the way." " Hey, I didn't want to be rude and I wasn't eavesdropping!" I'm offended, though I shouldn't be.' You can't deny that is the truth.' My consciousness hits me with its two cents." I've always respecte