Sketches
(coming soon)
“What is this all about? So you are abandoning me, after all.” I saw him slowly close the door behind him, the lock clicked. When he turned back to me, his expression looked sad. So extremely sad.
“Tell me, how long have you had my dress?” I tried to stay calm, but I could hear anger in my voice, “Why didn’t you tell me that you found it? Was it that time when we were searching in the woods?”
“The woods? No, no, I…” He stopped for a moment and sighed, “I only found the dress recently… Portia, I trusted you. How many times did I tell you not to enter my workshop? ”
He almost sounded sincere, if only I hadn’t caught the hesitation in his tone. Chills climbed up from my spine. I suddenly remembered the first couple of days I spent in his house, how he always urged me not to enter his workshop, how he promised he would look for the dress with me.
He started to pace back and forth in front of me,“...like I just said, you are truly the best thing that happened to me. You are my special girl, I…”
“Ever since we met…” I interrupted him.
“...what?”
“Ever since we met, you have been forbidding me to enter your workshop.” My voice was trembling, “...Was it there from the start? Were you the one who took my dress in the first place?”
He did not answer. He walked towards the dining room and pulled a chair out. “Look, there is no point in talking about the past, my love. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. Is this not enough for you?”
It would have been enough. It would have been all I ever wanted. But the truth was like a lump in my throat, suffocating me. I could taste the bitterness of heartbreak in my mouth. I wanted to know the answers, but now I almost hoped I’d never know. He continued to talk about how special I was to him, and how much love he had for me. But his voice dissolved into the air before entering my ears. I stood there, unresponsive, letting the wave of despair consume me.
“You manipulated me.” I interrupted him.
“What? No! I did it because I love you! I…”
“You love me? You didn’t even know me back then! You just picked a random dress and took it home, hoping to trap an angel on the surface!”
Perhaps startled by my sudden eruption, he just stared at me, eyes wide.
“You…You! You deceived me… You separated me from my family… You pretended to be so helpful so I… I would put down my guard! Even now, you want to manipulate me to stay…” I wanted to scream at him, but all that went out of my mouth was broken sentences. I tried my best to hold my tears back. “I never asked for any of this… I just want to go home!”
Silence. The silence was loud enough to slap me awake. The silence echoed in the room. From that moment I knew that I had lost everything once again.
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