Ken's POV
I can still hear his cries even though I am already ten steps away from him. Hearing those--as if our eyes are connected--my tears begun streaking the side of my face. Every step is heavy, I want to run into his arms and hug him. Every step, pieces of my heart are falling as well as my tears.
He agreed to let me go. I don't know, it breaks my heart but at the same time, I know it's the right thing.
This is the end. I could not see him again. I have to accept this. I have to walk away, even if it means losing him. I shall not turn my head. Keep walking, keep walking...
I stopped by the sidewalk and sat. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face into it. I bursted into tears and shouted in agony. If I could just go back in time and change everything.
I decided to stand up, and I called a taxi. "Cornelius Street." I told the driver.
I took a deep breath, and think why was I bothered with love if it'd never last?
Why I had to experience all these love if I have to say goodbye in the end?
Universe, do you know how hard it is to say goodbye to someone you love?
It's like death by a thousand cuts.
Chandler's POV
Two days have passed but I still recall that night redundantly, part of my brain wants me to stop thinking, but another part flashes questions, regrets, and thoughts most of the time.
I didn't clean my room, it's a mess--broken picture frames, fragments, scattered stuffs all over the floor--I messed these all up and screamed at the top of my lungs that night.
Some broken glasses had hit my arms and made it bleed. I have no appetite to eat, to move, to clean--and worst--to live.
Why did she ask for freedom? Is she tired of me? Did she choose him over me now? I am so tired thinking. I want her here by my side but how? She doesn't want me anymore. What did I do for her to ask freedom? Did I go too much? Did I lack something? Did I hurt her?
I screamed in frustration and threw my hands in the air. These wounds are nothing compare to the pain in my heart.
I am getting tired to go on because the only reason I want to fight and be strong doesn't want me anymore. Right, that was why she wants to stop our relationship. Letting her go that night felt like a thousand stabs in my heart.
Tears are streaming down my face when my phone rang, a call from Dad. I sniffled, "Daddy?" I sounded like a child, thirsty of his parent's love.
["Wait, are you crying?"] He asked, concern in his voice.
"It's so painful, Dad. I let--"
["My driver's gonna fetch you there. Stay here for a while, son. Tell me everything."]
I cried out loud this time. He's always in good timing. I was frustrated, I did not think that I have my Dad--that is always there to be our listener.
I can feel the christmas breeze as I walked to the door. Right, the christmas is near. I wonder if I should be happy, but as a Christian, I should be, it's the most important time of the year, and I should spend it with her but this year's different--I can not.
I found Dad in the living room, sitting there while reading a newspaper. I smiled, he always seems calm, like nothing bothers him at all. Yeah, I love my dad for that, sounds childish but I really do. "Hey, Dad."
He looked at me and perched his glasses on his nose bridge. "How you doin'?"
I motioned towards and hugged him. "I don't know, Dad. I feel so broken inside."
"Would you mind to tell your problem?"
"No, not at all."
"I conclude that you are having so many problems regarding Ken. Her childhood friend gives you problems?"
"I don't know if that's true or not, Dad. I think most of my problems came from them, but I can't blame her, she has amnesia. That Thaddeus is the one to blame." I scoffed.
"Come on here. Have a seat beside me. Tell me every single problem you have." He said, patting the settee.
I sighed as I sat. Silence swallowed the whole room for a while until I cleared my throat. Dad seems to notice it because he raised his brows. "I've already asked you to talk."
"Oh, sorry."
Only then, I filled him in to everything that has happened to me, and to all my sadness and complaints. I always loved his way of listening--calm and ears open. He doesn't interfere nor give comments. I loved that because I don't need to offer replies and answers. Talking to my father helps me let go of my burdens and right now, I am imagining how he comforted my mother when she was still alive.
"Do you know the thing that I regret the most, son?" He suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Your mom suffered from anxiety yet I couldn't comfort her. I miss her." He sighed in sadness.
"It's not your fault, Dad. As long as you loved her, you loved her, don't you?" I asked, smiling. It reminded me of Ken. I love her, right?
"I love her so much that's why I promised to take care of our children."
I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Every time I am with him, my problems fade. Chandria and I are so lucky to have our father. I could not wish for more.
That must be it, Ken was just problematic that night. I mean, maybe she really doesn't want to let go from me.
And as I observed, I realized Dad's love for mom doesn't end, he still loves her until now. So, I won't give up on Ken either even though life keeps getting on the way. This is only the beginning of proving our love to each other, and nothing should stop me from understanding my love.
I should not have let her go. We've been through many challenges before, I know we can go through it all together again. I love her, and won't give her up.