JEZEBEL - CHAPTER 1 : LIFE THAT LOVES YOU AT LEARNING SUTRAS

Jezebel

Chapter 1: LIFE THAT LOVES YOU

‘Deserted, in the mizzle

Drops chisel, my tears concerted

Drizzle tears my soul demented

Torment of your loss, abyssal’

Tear rolled down her cheek as she clutched the eulogy she never spoke. “Are you alright?” asked his dad, searching for her eyes through the rear-view mirror. “Keep your eyes on the road dad” she replied, face down.

“I am very happy that you’re finally seeing someone Jez”. “We will see how far that goes dad” she replied, still facing down. “Great! Air conditioning is down again. Do you want me to open windows for you? I know you don’t like them closed” Jezebel looked at him, carrying her chin up “No, unless you want him to never call me after today. I hope you understand that besides whatever I am not, nothing is really going to make him call me”.

Her eyes teared up again, just this time she didn’t want to ruin her makeup. She has to get this right. Still clutching the paper in her hands, the one she should’ve burned the day they burned him. She wore a black boatneck, something that her fiancée got her, just before he died. Arjun got her this dress to wear for their last date as bachelors.

She wished to stop the car and get out immediately, something told her what she was about to do, was heinous. ‘No one has to suffer more than they have’ she thought. “Dad, let’s just go back” “What! What happened Jez?” Arthur peeking again at the mirror “Is that the damn letter you keep reading?” Jez square folded her eulogy.

“You will never get over him like this Jez. I know you loved him but he’s gone, and there’s nothing that can ever bring back what you’ve lost”. “At least, I am not ruining anyone’s life dad, can you say the same about you? Was forgetting her so easy for you?” “No, it wasn’t. You should stop just pretending that everything that’s murky happens just to you”.

“Maybe, it does.” “Listen to me Jez, this is right, trust me.”

‘I wish’ said she, under her breath.

‘Ends of my heart, lord tore

More grief he sends,

Thence, is my yearn of your

Hand in my hands,

Evermore’

“Your life is in your hands!” said

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