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‘Hey. What happened?’ I speak, once I stand next to Brandon.
He looks at me, then away to the ground. Muddled.
Still lost.
His eyes lids are half pulled down, pupils contracted, reflecting light dimly
with only dusky hue of lime on the background. His lashes look clumped
together on lower margins and there are blotchy stains marks against his light
skin where he must have rubbed his hand.
‘Brandon,’ I call again. This time squeezing his arm.
‘Don’t.’ Brandon pulls away from me. ‘Don’t,’ he repeats.
I freeze. Did I expect this? Did I not know it coming?
‘I know,’ he says. ‘I know.’
I stand still.
He picks up his gaze and fixes them pointedly at me. ‘How long were you
planning to not tell me?’
His tone.
It wasn’t loud, he was not shouting. Brandon is loud when he is angry. I have
seen him be angry. A number of times with James. He can shout. But he wasn’t
loud with me. But he was restraining it. His voice resonated of anger, tightly
sealed on his lips.
I turn away from him. I could not answer this.
‘Turn around.’
Brandon speaks again. More assertive this time.
‘Carem, turn around!’ He snaps when I don’t respond.
I jump with fright at a safe distance away from him. This wasn’t him.
Brandon wasn’t Will.
‘You slutty bitch. Do you know how much it hurts?’
He breaks in tears now.
Still unsure of how I should be behaving, I stare at him, I am still on denial
that truth has come out. That Brandon knows. My mind is still processing.
‘How would you know? You are heartless. And I thought, things could
change—’
He laughs then. On his own. Wipes his eyes roughly with his palms and sits
down on the ground.
Extending his legs and stretching his elbows on back for support, he
questions, looking up and at me, ‘Is he that good?’
‘Come on. I am listening, Carem. You need to give some answers.’
I still don’t reply. What am I supposed to say?
‘Carem. Answers.’ He insists.
‘I am in love with him,’ I reply, in faintest voice I could produce.
‘Love. Did you say love?’ Brandon repeats, in a louder tone. He chuckles
unpleasantly with a half-drawn smile at the idea of it, then hisses, ‘Don’t joke
with me.’
‘That’s the truth,’ I reply.
‘It’s not the truth,’ he strongly disagrees. ‘He is twice the age as you. He is
married, unfaithful and using you for sex. Don’t tell me your standards are so
low that you are in love with a man of that category.’
‘He is not married.’
‘Carem!’ He gets up abruptly from where he was sitting and walks towards
me. ‘You had sex with him. It was good. You think its love.’
He affirms it again, pressing his both hands against both my arms. ‘It was
good and you think its love.’
‘It’s not about sex, Brandon! I love him! I loved him way before I started
seeing you!’ I scream now, pushing his hands away.
He had crossed the limits. Nobody tells me, my love is adulterated. Not even
him.
‘Have sex with me. And I will show you a good time.’ Brandon steps in still,
forcefully kissing me.
‘What are you doing?’ I push him back.
‘He is a wrong man,’ he replies, wiping his lips. ‘I thought you had come
back to me this time for real.’
‘I am sorry—’ I stammer.
‘Don’t move,’ he holds up the arm half way between us on air, straightening
the palm up, stopping from moving closer to him. ‘Stop. Carem. No more.’
He crouches down on the ground, pulling his head in between elbows, resting
on his knees then. ‘James had seen you with that guy. He told me; he didn’t trust
you. I saw you two kissing. I know, where you disappeared for all those days.
You thought I didn’t know—I knew everything even before Mia told me.’
‘But I love you—’ he sobs, pulling tightly on his hair. ‘I thought you’d be
through him. I hoped you’d be. And we could fall in love over again.
I slump down.
How foolish is Brandon to be in love with me? A girl like me? A cheat. A liar.
How could he let me tag him along? Why would he do that to himself?
‘I am sorry, Brandon.’
My throat lumps with pain as I say that. ‘I know Will is a wrong man. He is
unfaithful. Selfish. Mean and fickle. But I can’t help it. I love him. So much. Do
you know how that feels?’ I begin to wail. I was never getting over this
overpowering feeling of control he had on me.
‘It hurts,’ he replies gazing at me. ‘You are unfaithful, selfish, mean and
fickle. But I can’t help it.’
We sit there, two fools, sobbing peering at each other at an arm distance.
Love was fickle. At least for us.
The light of his eyes grew dimmer as I watched him. If there was a switch
off button to feelings, I could use, I wouldn’t have thought twice to do that
for him. But I cannot.
All I can do is pray. To pray for Brandon to find love. A true love. If
there was any. Even if it meant giving my share. And so much happiness,
that his emerald pair of eyes always glowed brighter than these stars that
are staring at us now, from a world so far away, where perhaps everyone
are happy and have their perfect-forever-together.