Guilt.
Travis had been living
with it a year now, after that drastic chain of events took place for the both
of them. A whole year, yet Travis had never let go, never forgot. And he never
will.
He stared at the same
decrepit white wall. White is the color for purity, yet the hue seemed to mock
at him everytime. But it was better than looking at the ring on his finger. He
never removed it, but it only causes sheer torture when he gives it the
slightest glance.
Everyone was petrified
when they found out. And they all blamed him for everything. Every single
thing. The burning expressions from everyone as they looked at Avery through
the small glass door were agony to him. Every single one of them put the blame
on his shoulders; her parents, her friends, and her family all looked at him
differently. They sent him silent, but hurt, angry and betrayed looks.
Right after everyone had
found out, Travis’ world shattered like brittle glass. Evidences point that
Avery, while still being held captive, got hold of the rapist’s knife and
stabbed him multiple times – forty-two times. She’d been unconscious in the
hospital for many days; days where every loved one visited, took care and
guarded over her. But when Travis walks in, the tension in the air rises,
speaking louder than words. Everyone prayed that she would wake up.
When she did, they
regretted every prayer.
A psychiatrist said that
this was normal, but to Travis’ mind, it’s not. She would come back to him,
surely. She would, wouldn’t she?
But two days later, they
transferred her to the asylum. She kept screaming every single day and she
would not let any male approach her – only Travis.
He didn’t know if it was
a blessing or a curse. Every person who attempts to go near her to talk or calm
her down – even her parents – always comes out hurt and injured and she shouted
at them. Only he could come on her and when he did, she would bury herself in
his arms and succumb to heartbreaking tears, murmuring nonsensical words over
and over.
They had so much love
together, but so little time. He’d do anything he could to give them more time.
Anything. She had her whole life ahead of her and yet she’s here. Slowly
wilting. Not even in control of her mind. This shouldn’t have happened to her.
A person like her deserves more, so much more.
She deserves to be happy,
secure and everything good in the world. She should be with him.
But she isn’t. She’s
here.
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