As he kissed her hands, he carried his eyes up and looked into her eyes. Deep within the filmy glints, sat sadness. She laughed but the innocence of her cheer wasn’t there. He blinked as he smiled to wipe the looming sorrow that he felt in her. He laughed but this time the tears were no longer in her eyes alone. They reflected those twin lines streaming from her face into the deep recesses of their hearts:
‘No one deserves your tears.’
‘I know. I just don’t understand. I just don’t.’
‘Find someone who loves you for you. Whatever you do, be happy.’
‘I will try.’
He walked her outside and flagged down a commercial bike. He asked the cost and turned his attention to her. The unshed weight laid a burden on his thoughts. He wondered if he had killed that which he had prayed for. More words poured till she climbed the bike.
He took her hand, and in the second prayed all the fortunes and joys of heaven upon her.
‘Aôndo una lu a we.’ She didn’t hear him. He repeated himself changing the ‘would be’ to ‘is’: ‘God is with you.’
He paid the fare despite the disapproval she showed. She was too weak to argue. He noticed and knew she wouldn’t fight. He placed the small change from the notes. It wasn’t a gift, just a gesture:
‘You might need the change. By the way, you are my guest.’ He flashed a huge smile ‘You look tired.’
‘Physically and emotionally.’
‘Aôndo una lu a we. Aôndo would be with you.’ As the bike took off, she nearly fell off and there was that look on her face again: fear. Again, he wondered if he hadn’t made the biggest mistake of his life. It was the gazillionth time he confirmed that he truly loved her. The last time he saw her. The first heartbreak that never healed.