It was already 10 pm when I finally arrived home, exhaustion weighing me down. Hoping that by moving to another city, I could escape his relentless pursuit and the love he harbored for me. I convinced myself it was for his own safety, but deep down, I knew that my actions had wounded both our hearts. What about my safety? Would I ever be able to forget him and find happiness in solitude? I sighed, my mind filled with unanswered questions.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I unbuttoned my shirt and hung it in the closet. Among the sea of unpacked boxes, I searched for a pair of pajamas.
Suddenly, I found something in one of the boxes, it was a red color medium size jewelry box. I shook it and could hear it contain something. Out of curiosity I opened it, it was a journal in it. The worn leather cover of the journal, aged and weathered like an old friend(Must be someone's journal from our family),
"Radha " was written on the first page, brown hues whispered of secrets held within its pages. The faint scent of aged paper mingled with the faintest hint of lavender, a remnant of a forgotten pressed flower tucked away years ago. I couldn't read the name as the pages got stuck together as it was never been opened. Suddenly a picture fell from the journal, I picked it up and kept it in the box right beside me I didn't look at it.
June 30, 1998
Dear Diary,
Becoming a mother is a very special feeling. Today, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The moment I laid my eyes on him, a surge of indescribable joy washed over me. Words cannot capture the happiness I feel in my heart.
His features are a reflection of his parents. His eyes sparkle, mirroring the brightness of his father's. His skin is fair and tender, like a delicate flower, and his lips have a soft, rosy hue. My husband tells me that he has inherited my face, but his eyes and nose bear a striking resemblance to his father's.
Yet, despite this blissful moment, I cannot shake off an unsettling sensation when my brother-in-law is near. He has not done anything harmful to us, but an ominous feeling creeps in whenever he is in my presence. It lingers like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over my thoughts.
Now that I am a mother, my worries have multiplied. I fear for the safety and well-being of my child. I have named him Kind, for he brought a stroke of fortune into our lives. It was sheer luck that I discovered my pregnancy with a mere penny left in my pocket after purchasing the test kit. But within nine months, this precious baby brought us a windfall. His arrival cleared my husband's debts, and on the day he was born, his father surprised us with a new home.
I chose the name Kind because he is the kind of miracle that revitalized my existence, breathing new life into my weary soul.
That Journal belonged to my mother. My heart felt with tears my whole life what I was believing was just a lie.
Just as I started to settle in, my phone began to vibrate incessantly. Without bothering to glance at the screen, I reluctantly answered the call.
"Errr..." I stammered, my voice reflecting my apprehension.
"Kind, where are you? Did you meet June? He was chasing after you," a voice filled with concern pleaded from the other end. It was Mean, worried about June
"No, I'm still at my old house," I replied, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of June. He was still pursuing me. Discarding my shirt carelessly on the floor, I caught sight of June outside the window. His ragged breaths mingled with the rain, his eyes pleading for my understanding.
Reacting instinctively, I hastily grabbed a towel to cover my half-naked body. Racing down the stairs, I flung open the door, exposing myself to the pouring rain. June stood there, drenched and disheveled. My heart ached at the sight of him, but I couldn't bear to watch him suffer any longer. Determination welled up within me as I grabbed an umbrella and ran toward him.
"Come in," I said softly, my hand reaching out to him. Urging him to seek shelter and solace within my home. But he remained motionless, refusing to budge.
"Kind, you are not unlucky," he said, my heart filled with tears although it was cold outside I felt warmth in his words. Maybe it was flames of love. I let the towel slide down and realized the umbrella from my hand. I was all wet as he was. I moved closer to him and
"I love you June" He pulled me closer and his lips meet mine, Time lost all meaning as we stood there, our breaths mingling in the space between us. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and our hearts beat in sync, mirroring the rhythm of our emotions.
The taste of his lips was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and desire that left me wanting more. But then, I pulled away, breaking the kiss. With a heavy heart, I uttered, "June, everyone I have ever loved, those who meant the world to me, they all vanished. They left me alone in this cruel world, labeling me as unlucky. To some extent, I used to believe that God was by my side, but even He turned away. Yes, I possess wealth, capable of buying anything, but money cannot buy me happiness. My mother passed away, my father is gone, and my relatives used me to gain control of my wealth. June, I have no one. I'm frightened... so frightened. I struggle to believe that anyone could truly love me, that someone could bring color back into my life."
As I held him tightly, I released all the emotions I had bottled up inside. Tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my face, as I bared my soul to him.
With a sincere gaze, he whispered, "I promise you, I will never let you go." He locked eyes with me, holding me in his gaze, and continued, "We will live together, surrounded by the flames of love."
At that moment, I felt a flicker of hope, a glimmer of warmth amidst the darkness. Holding onto him, I dared to believe that love could conquer the trials that haunted me, that he could be the one to fill my life with vibrant colors once again.
Kind's Pov.
The next morning when the morning sunlight shined on my face I woke up rubbing my eyes, I stood up and let the blanket slide and touch the floor as I made my way to the washroom.
suddenly
"Kind, are you awake honey?" a familiar voice came from the stairs, my eyes widened in surprise as I realized the voice. I rushed to the hall.
"what are you doing here?" as soon as I saw her, she was sentenced to 5 years in jail.
"It's my home " she said "you guess"
Then I realized all of the things that I saw were just a dream, The bank crupt thing, moving to a new city all was nothing but just a terrible dream. I was happy and embraced my mom as I said happily "It was just a dream. It was just a dream"
and then suddenly I realized that the caring June who helped me through the night was just a dream and I was happy that we weren't in bank debt and my parents were my actual parent but I love the June
And I always cherish the part were you there
June in the flames of love
end....