The Promise

THIS IS FOR WEI SEEN.

She couldn't keep her promise. She broke it all. She broke the promise she made to herself, to her friends, to him. She held the violet roses tightly in her hands until a thorn pricked her finger. Even the rose was hurting her, she thought. Blood dripped from the wound, flowing down with friction brushing her skin. She refused to move. Still. After all those years.

She thought about many things. Memories that simply flooded into her mind, drowning her. The time they first meet, the time they fought, the time they promised each other.

They went to the same high school. Sat next to each other. Shared the same interest in Korean entertainment. He was everything she needed. He knew her better than she knew herself. She remembered the times he held her when her family could not understand her, when no one had hope in her. He was her best friend.

All their friends kept taunting them, telling friendly teachers they were a couple, an item. Of course, it was all not true. He was only her best friend. They never understood their relationship. Sometimes, they simply gawked at her. At them.

One day, he hastily asked her to promise him something. He told her he had to leave. He wanted her to forget about him. He wanted her to never think about him. She promised him. She actually promised him. She knelled down and saw him lying there. So cold, so pale, so death. She flinched at the thought of it. So death. She gently lay the flowers next to him, tears spilling uncontrollably.

Across the field, a group of Messi-forever football fans stopped in their tracks. Football didn't appeal to them anymore. The girl in front did. She was kneeling in front of a doll, crying big fat tears of sorrow. It was just a doll. A normal looking doll. A doll next to a bouquet of violet roses. What they couldn't see from far was a full bottle of psychiatric medicine, lying protectively in her pocket. What they didn't know was she ran away from the mental hospital, never consuming any medicine given. What they were about to know was she killed a boy named Mark, whose eyes were deep violet like the roses she stole from the florist.