EP 17: Anger Issue
After regaining consciousness, I glanced towards the car that had almost collided with my bike. To my surprise, the car abruptly came to a halt, and the driver stuck his head out of the window, shouting at me. My heart raced with a mix of adrenaline and anger, ready to confront the reckless driver.
However, Mini, who had been quietly sitting in the backseat of my bike, reached out and grabbed my jacket. Her touch and voice brought a sense of calm over me, reminding me to stay composed and not escalate the situation further. She urged me to move away from the car and advised against engaging with the aggressive driver.
Though frustrated and seething inside, I heeded Mini's wise counsel. Taking a deep breath, I started moving my bike, focusing on the road ahead and ignoring the insults hurled by the driver. While my thoughts were filled with colorful words I wanted to unleash, I reminded myself that it was best not to engage with such negativity.
As we distanced ourselves from the scene, Mini's presence beside me provided a soothing comfort. Her hand on my back, a gentle reminder that we were together in this moment, quelled the anger that had momentarily consumed me. I channeled my energy towards ensuring our safety and letting go of the encounter that had almost marred our meeting.
Though the driver's outburst had disrupted our reunion, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Mini's level-headedness and the bond we shared. As we rode away, my mind filled with a mixture of relief, determination, and the unwavering desire to cherish the time we had together.
We continued on our journey, the wind brushing against us as we moved forward. The incident remained a brief hiccup, quickly fading into the background as our focus shifted back to the joyous anticipation of being reunited.
As the journey progressed, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain from the wounds I had inflicted upon myself earlier. The blood seeped through my riding gloves, unnoticed by Mini, who was unaware of the inner battles I faced. The scars of my past, the depression and anxiety that had plagued me, resurfaced, fueling a surge of anger within me.
The anger issues that had haunted me before were now resurfacing, triggered by the near collision and the confrontation with the aggressive driver. The rush of adrenaline combined with the emotional turmoil threatened to consume me once again. I struggled to keep my composure, fighting against the overwhelming urge to let my anger spill over.
Deep down, I knew that Mini's presence beside me was a source of strength and solace. Her unwavering support and love had been instrumental in helping me navigate my inner demons. But in this moment, I feared that my anger might cast a shadow on our reunion, tainting the joy we had longed for.
I clenched my fists, trying to channel the anger into controlled determination. I reminded myself of the progress I had made, the battles I had fought, and the promise I had made to myself to overcome the darkness within. I vowed not to let the anger define me or tarnish the precious moments we had together.
With each passing mile, I made a conscious effort to breathe deeply, to find a sense of calm amidst the storm raging inside me. I focused on the road ahead, on the destination that awaited us, and on the love that bound us together. I refused to let the scars of my past overshadow the present.
As we finally arrived at Mini's apartment, I realized that the wounds on my hand were no longer just physical. They served as a reminder of the battles I had fought, the challenges I had overcome, and the resilience that lay within me. And in that moment, I made a silent vow to protect our love, to confront my inner demons, and to cherish every moment we had together
Ep 18: Echoes of Broken Harmony
I would unravel the depths of my sorrow, exposing the wounds inflicted by my parents' turbulent relationship. It would beckon the readers to feel the weight of my anguish, to shed tears alongside me, and ultimately, to find solace in the glimmers of hope that shone through the darkness.
As I rode alongside Mini, the weight of my tormented past pressed upon me, threatening to shatter the fragile facade I had carefully constructed. The near-collision with the car had unearthed the buried memories of my childhood, exposing the raw wounds that had never truly healed.
In my father's city, the evenings were drenched in darkness, both in the sky and within the walls of our home. The symphony of my parents' discord played out with heart-wrenching intensity, each note a painful reminder of the love that had turned toxic. Alcohol flowed like a poisoned river, fueling my father's rage, transforming him into a monster that haunted my nightmares.
My mother, a gentle soul battered by life's cruel storms, became the target of his drunken fury. The venomous words that dripped from his lips tore through her spirit, leaving her shattered and broken. Helpless and terrified, I witnessed the brutality unfold, my young heart breaking with every blow delivered to her fragile frame.
I became a silent witness, a trembling soul caught in the crossfire of their relentless battles. The searing pain of their conflicts etched itself upon my soul, carving deep scars that would never fade. The innocence of my childhood was mercilessly stolen, replaced by a suffocating atmosphere of fear, anguish, and sorrow.
Their arguments reverberated through the walls, permeating every crevice of my being. I would hide in the darkest corners of the house, my trembling body aching for solace, for an escape from the hellish reality that consumed us. The anguished cries and shattered dreams were my lullaby, a haunting melody that played on an endless loop, tormenting my fragile spirit.
As I grew older, the weight of their dysfunction bore down on me, crushing my spirit beneath its unbearable burden. Depression became my constant companion, its suffocating grip tightening with each passing day. I carried the weight of their broken love, a heavy yoke that strained my shoulders, threatening to break me apart.
Now, with Mini by my side, I longed for a different narrative—a love that was gentle, nurturing, and free from the shackles of my past. But the scars that adorned my soul whispered a cruel truth—that the wounds of my upbringing were deep, and their tendrils reached far into the recesses of my heart. The journey toward healing would require facing the darkness within, confronting the demons that had held me captive for far too long.
As the wind whispered its melancholic melodies, tears streamed down my face, intermingling with the raindrops that fell from the heavens. The road ahead blurred, mirroring the blurry lines of my shattered childhood. I wept not just for the pain I had endured, but for the innocence that had been stolen, for the dreams that lay shattered at my feet.