Rachel closed her eyes, and was gasping for breath. The letter she was holding in her hand was the last that Albert wrote to her. She struggled to breathe normally, her pulse rate was high, and she could feel her heartbeat. She thought about how she put Albert repeatedly through emotional pain - with her blatant lies. The painful days after every discovery of her ways of life, were blur to her now. Now, what she has done is beyond repair. Rachel, slowly turned over the envelope, and opened it. She pulled out the letter, and immediately stuff it back. She was fragile, and did not have the guts to read through the letter.
She started breathing heavily, as if she needs to catch up with her pounding heart. Well, the very least she could do to understand the pain she has put Albert through was to read the letter. That is all that she has to go through. She pulled out the letter...
Dear Rachel,
Our relation has been a gripping portrayal of my courageous struggle to deal with a vicious cycle of your conscious prejudice. It is the journey of how my tolerance is sniped at both by your acts of indecency and desire to live an imposturous existence. I approached our relation as a temple of trust, seeking refuge from the falsehood all around me. Ultimately the trust I sought was met with revelations that the differences that blind us both actually span a far smaller divide than we could have ever recognized. Yet, your intention not to reveal widened the gap, which underlines the clichés influencing your sensibility of and respect for my emotions.
Continued...
P.S.: This blog post presents a first view/glimpse of chapter titled 'Dignity March' of my book (not yet published) titled Precocious Truth: Unrequited Love. You may read the prologue for the same here.
Photo Credit: Kelly Kumi
Photo Credit: Kelly Kumi
