On the night of the 12th, I looked outside to find an empty road and distant horns from the highway right around the outskirts of the town.
A bell rang as I shuffled to my feet, wondering who this could be in the early hours of the morning.
The mistake that I made was grave, I shouldn't have never opened the door,
So vulnerable.
I do not understand how one can pretend, Or how one can go on with their daily lives knowing they pierced every inch of you with little pins sinking in your body.
They pretend like nothing happened, Like there's no consequences to pay.
Well, to lie would be to hide the truth, and I don't want to do that, I'd have to agree that they are right, That there's no consequences to evil deeds.
And there's no bill to pay. There's life, love, laughter and consigning to oblivion all over again.
The sight of the personage in my door left my soul hanging in the rear view mirror of my world.
There were no consequences, there were no goodbyes, but the deed was done, and they lay there with the child's head cradled in their arms, fast asleep with not a care for the world.
The next day was blurry, there were screams as they took off, reassuring the child that they'll be back soon, while I tiptoed around the room, trying to find gray areas that covered the human race from head to foot.
Be that as it may, I failed to find any. I was convinced they were good people.
I wondered to myself - No consequences? No gray areas? I refused to believe it. But in the end I did give in, I believed.
I believed he was a good man, I believed she was incapable of such deeds, I believed they were fair, I believed there were no gray areas.
That the darkness was recessive and the light was dominant and that the light overpowered the darkness, only to be mistaken again.
This is the difference between a bad man pretending to be good, and a bad man itself. You live in denial until the deed is done and no consequences are necessary to pay.
If I were to choose, I'd choose the bad man. At least there won't be a call of trust and the breaking of plates against the warm wind of the 12th.
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