“She’ll come back”
He has a gut feeling about it. Though this time he’s not as certain. Holding his crappy umbrella while walking home alone isn’t what he had in mind before.
He’s over-confident, or perhaps even arrogant to most. But he’s remained unwaveringly still in spite of those snarky remarks made by others. He is what he is. Still and all, somewhere deep inside he knows that his credence would bite him in the arse one day.
Never would have guessed that day was today. Maybe telling himself what he’s experiencing right now is Karma would be more reassuring to oneself, but he knows it simply isn’t the case.
He’s not a believer, far from superstitious. He doesn’t believe in Karma or whatever it is people like to label it. If there is anything he puts his utmost faith in, it would be himself. The things that he’s said to her, things that he’s done to her, it’s not because she deserved it. Rather, it was because he felt like it.
He has a grandiose sense of self-worth. Everyone can’t see it, except him. He puts on a facade every day, the one that he painstakingly built since day one, which made people love him ever since. There is no way he’s ever going to crush it, to forsake it for someone like her. Otherwise, he would have to start from scratch.
He gnarled out the most unnerving laugh anyone has ever heard.
Sprawled out in bed, he just kept on laughing and laughing. How could everyone be so stupid and blind?
He’s won this time. Just like the last time, and the time before. He’s regained his footing. The feeling, stronger than ever, as he reached for the door. And he’s right.
There, stood the person he’s been longing,
And so the cycle repeats itself.
Originally posted on 27/01/2017
