maybe.

There are so many things in the world that are just, inevitable .

So many dreams we want to follow .

So many questions of accusation .

So many guilt running through the body .

To be true ,

How often do you realize that all the things you say are gonna come back at you out of the blue ?

How often do you feel like surrendering ?

You know truth is like an oblivion ,once it has happened , it cannot be undone .

It’s a Sunday morning , warm breeze of summer , cloudy day not that much of heat , maybe just because it is 7:04  a.m.

She’s awake , she makes herself some coffee sits down on the bean bag she bought the day ago with him . She’s pale , her lips parted, long fingers short nails , painted with transparent enamel , she’s holding a medium sized mug , white with peach embellishment designs . She’s wearing this pure cotton camisole with casual pants . She has a habit if ticking the mug with her finger like trying to reminisce . Maybe she is, maybe she is reminiscing about him about the fight they had the day before in the mall , maybe she is sad because she turned the vibrant mood to a grey pain . Maybe , maybe not .

She puts the mug on the table picks up the phone that was charging .

“100%” it shows . She unlocks the phone with her fingerprint goes to the application “WhatsApp”, opens the chat with contact named “Jake” , checks his last seen .

“last seen today at 1:54.”

Puts the phone down .

She didn’t check the phone for another  2 hours , then a message pings up .

“ Maybe it had been better if we did not meet Susan. I’m leaving for LA. Bye .”

She checks puts it back . Shuts it down and cries .

A year later again I see her , ticking the mug sitting on the bean bag .