Unhappiness. Dejection, Grief. She hid all of them well. She had hidden behind a mask of happiness, joy and ecstasy all her life. She had cared for others without giving any thought to her own desires, her own happiness, her own joys. She had served strangers and family alike, friends and foes alike with passion, compassion and sympathy. The patients came in everyday, smeared with blood and gore, screaming and wailing, crying and suffering. And she greeted them all with a smile and a cheerful hello and then she got down to work, carving, extracting, sewing, stitching them back together like before. In healing their wounds, she became their angel, their savior, their hero. She saw how their loved ones crowded around them, she saw the love and the angst and hope and tears. But in healing them, she scarred herself. She craved for her own loved ones to crowd around her and love her, comfort her, take care of her. It was time to move on, time to be a little selfish, time to focus on her self-it was time to start a family, one she would love and that would love her back. She wanted to know what having her own family was like. She decided to talk to Tom about it, after all they had known each other for two years now and had been happy and in love. He would surely understand and even welcome the idea. It was time.
Worry. Anger. Pain. He had hidden them well but nothing he did could get her to leave him. He had tried to push Mila away but she always managed to come back in his life. He had tried hurting her but could not bear to cause her too much pain, he had tried staying away but instead found himself distracted worrying about her, he had even taken on a lot of work to keep his mind off her but in vain. The memories were too strong and they always held him back. He had never had someone who cared so unconditionally for him, who loved him without any expectations of a return, who understood him, who cared for him. But the work he did, did not permit him to have access to such luxuries. He had to leave her, he had to regain his focus - he needed a change of place, a change of heart. He would take the assignment in Thailand and never come back. But before that, he had to make certain arrangements; he had to arrange his untimely disappearance. In his profession, that was easily arranged. All it required was a certain car, a corpse charred beyond all recognition wearing his clothes and gasoline. All that required was a certain phone calls and a painful goodbye which he was not ready to bid. But he had no choice. Sighing, he got down to work and assured that the corpse he had been provided with was in the right position. He shut the car door gently and poured the gasoline over his own car. And lit her up. And walked away. It was time.
Worry. Anger. Pain. He had hidden them well but nothing he did could get her to leave him. He had tried to push Mila away but she always managed to come back in his life. He had tried hurting her but could not bear to cause her too much pain, he had tried staying away but instead found himself distracted worrying about her, he had even taken on a lot of work to keep his mind off her but in vain. The memories were too strong and they always held him back. He had never had someone who cared so unconditionally for him, who loved him without any expectations of a return, who understood him, who cared for him. But the work he did, did not permit him to have access to such luxuries. He had to leave her, he had to regain his focus - he needed a change of place, a change of heart. He would take the assignment in Thailand and never come back. But before that, he had to make certain arrangements; he had to arrange his untimely disappearance. In his profession, that was easily arranged. All it required was a certain car, a corpse charred beyond all recognition wearing his clothes and gasoline. All that required was a certain phone calls and a painful goodbye which he was not ready to bid. But he had no choice. Sighing, he got down to work and assured that the corpse he had been provided with was in the right position. He shut the car door gently and poured the gasoline over his own car. And lit her up. And walked away. It was time.
