By Disha Nischal
Brielle
“Why?” Just muddled by the amount of pretense it took to be proved caring, that’s all I managed to escort. She got the rest for herself…
“Who wants to be on a dead one’s bad side?” She simpered raising her glass for a toast. The vodka dazzles her eyes, clears them really. For the first time ever, I see no guilt, no fear, no reserve… Just glistening blue eyes glancing at me for acceptance. I grin at myself, looking away. It’s funny how I’m still flattered by her amongst times where nothing’s going to remain the same. Some people are just hard to love, but once you do, it’s harder to stop. I guffaw louder while chugging down the glass.
“Asshole…” a let out with a sigh and lay down. She’s laughing now too, not those suppressed conscious giggles or little snickers. She’s laughing as she can hardly hold her belly, a couple of snorts accompanying it, which she then laughs harder on. She lays next to me turned to my side. I can’t keep steering away. Tugging my hand towards her, she turns my face delicately.
“Will you be able to live with a liar?” her lips move apart on just the right words to hit harder.
“Amber… I’d love you, but you’d be away… For something you clearly did.” I glance away at the last line. I can’t accuse her straight to her eyes, I’d end up denying myself.
“Who shall know? The blinded seeker, the formality-derived mother, or the tipsy old man?” she smirks adding, “Unless…”
“You know I couldn’t.”
“That solves it then” kissing me, she pulls away to ask - “Doesn’t it love?”
“ I couldn’t, but you could…” I say getting back up leaving her probably raising a brow.
I prepare myself the best I can be prepared for a bursting window.
Sheer glass breaks in and Amber gets up quivering with a bundle of screams.
“Sheryl?” She asks me rather than the person she named. I’m somehow extremely silent in this whole world war.
“Blinded seeker. Love often blinds people who let it overthrow their sense. Love’s somehow opened me, to the many possibilities of this world…” I stand next to Rivera as she finishes her arresting speech. (Glancing out of the window Mr. Miller is kissing his microphone beaming.)
(Amber lets herself get cuffed reluctantly, by the several other officers I’ve never seen before, moving across without looking back at me.) Mrs. Raymond enters the room while letting out loud sobs and falling to the ground.
Sheryl goes next to her and Mrs. Raymond is somehow balanced by her evergreen comfort. She looks up at me and I know whatever she’s about to say would break me.
“She did love you. Every mother knows their child, some just take time to accept it.” She says it with sorrow in her eyes.
I just simply nod and move to the corner, and not after Sheryl’s hand is on my shoulder. I glance at her and she has tears in her eyes, which she lets out freely. I hug her really hard and there she is. Sobbing at first. Crying following. Maybe I should too, but I just can’t let the smile go. Unpredictable days, Unpredictable ways.
As Oliver would’ve said ‘The plot’s passed by, it only matters if it’s left you feeling in the end.’
Goddamn hasn’t it.
By Disha Nischal
i wanna read the whole novel