"Jemi, I need your help in something.."

"Yupp?"

"Can you visit me at my home, tonight? If that's possible."

"Why not! But, what time??"

"Around eight O'Clock. Will it be fine? Your mom will allow you right?"

"I will manage that Mark, don't worry;)"

"Great."

"But, is there any specific reason you are calling me at your home?"

"Ah, I just need some time with you alone.. alone at some quiet place, far distant from the lightning of the clouds."

"There isn't anything wrong, right? If there is... don't swear to hide anything from me, because you know I can hear your heart more easily over your fakeness and tart.."

"I just, I just need someone by my side tonight. That's it, Bella."

"Bella?"

"AH! Mind of an ass. It just slipped out, I am very sorry Jemi."

"That's fine if you still care and think about her. I do not have any issues with any of it... except one. And you know that one very well."

"I know."

"I am happy that you do because I really love you horrid Henry. Just make sure that you never cheat on me, never."

"I will become the fool's paradise, but never cheat on you, I solemnly swear, I daresay promise."

"I know that you never will and will always be the power behind my fragility. I know you, and I trust you because I really love you."

"..."

"Will you be the sorcerer of my life, Mark?"

"I will, Jemi."

"Forever?"

"Forever? (it doesn't exist, Jemima)"

"Yes, forever. Will you become my forever?"

"Yes... I will."

~

I was waiting for someone. Waiting for someone to be at my side in my very own house. Whether it was the daze of the dark night sky or the oceanic waters submerged against mine, from every side, I was settled with the commotion of happiness and misery. With time, I was starting to induce myself as a mushroom that was devoid of life. It was hard, but still, I was spreading my legs in this bathtub, filled with my transparent blood rather than the soap water. My feelings were hardly impressive to my very heart, but nevertheless, I still kept daydreaming about her presence in my life and her desperate intentions to break open the dead, away from my life. The dead which was not simply the dead, but a tragedy!

But, what was the tragedy? The thing I called tragedy and thought to be the end of my life? Even I wasn't yet sure off? Was it about Isabella, the first choice of my life, or about my pang of guilt for abandoning her out of nowhere? I wasn't answerable for the gest of my own mistakes. And maybe, that was the finish line keeping me off the bay of happiness from the past few months. Jemi, my beloved girlfriend was there for me at every point in life, but out of nowhere I still felt alone.

Was it my fault? Was it hers? Or was it of my terrible mistakes? I, sadly, had no answers.

~