The Way You Make Me Feel

Ken

The pathway was nothing but a small hollow passage linking the rooms on the second floor. Dimmed it was, nothing but a flickering faulty light bulb was what helped give light to the dark, stretchy, and silent corridor. The cracks on the floor allowed screeching noises to enter the ears of those who stroll along its path.

Emily returned back to her home a couple of hours earlier than she usually does. It was the 27th, it was a special day, it was their day. So, she left her bag and coat in her green, messy old car and quickly rushed into the house in hope to catch her husband off guard. She was thrilled, she was exhilarated, she was in love, again. She stumbled onto a small crack along the pavements, but much to her luck, she landed onto a foliage of leaves.

She opened the front door surreptitiously, and silent monotonous footsteps followed. She was holding a box of cake on one hand, and a bundle of flowers on the other. She maneuvered her way through the kitchen and handled the utensils gingerly whilst slicing the cake into fourteen separate pieces, in which each represents every year of her unconditional love towards him.

The sun was beginning to set, and the darkness of the night was already starting to engulf what was the bright vivid evening blue sky. Emily was endowed with tender hands, and knowing that, she worked her way with the cake without much of a hassle. She then proceeded up the stairs, onto the corridor. As she strolled along the corridor with her nimble feet, she can't help but worry that her husband might hear the sharp screeching sounds of the floor cracks.

None the less, Emily neglected them and could not care less. She was captivated with the love and the bond they have shared all these years, and nothing has ever hindered her from showing her undying love for her husband, despite the bashful character that she often portrays. Although she took feeble and small steps, she couldn't help but worry about the rowdy sounds that the floor cracks were making. Every step, seemed like a step to run away from all the troubles and worries she had, every step, to her, was a step closer, to celestial heaven.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she unlocked the door with thought that her husband should be taking a nap as he did not notice the cracking sounds outside of the room. She was about to burst in, full of passion and enthusiasm. However, her joy and her happiness was abruptly put to a standstill. At first sight, she could not comprehend the situation in which she saw her husband in. She could not, in her right mind, figure out what she has fallen into, neither could she have foreseen this erroneous act of indiscretion from the man she loved with all her heart.

However, she remained nonchalant. She stood firm glancing at a sight which did not appease her one very bit. Thoughts about their day, vanquished into thin air in a matter of seconds. Her man was in a state of disbelief, and he had nothing left to say to explain his predicament with another woman under the sheets of the bed. He could not conceal whatever that needs to be hidden, he could not explain what needs to be told. He was pretty much dead the moment he laid his eyes on his wife.

The darkness of the night has took its place among the sky and all there is to look up at, the moon and the stars has begun to shine incandescently, but only looking like tiny dots as seen from where everyone had their feet on. Emily dropped the cake on the floor, the bundle of flowers she then just threw at the wooden brown wall behind her, and she slammed the door and left the scene immediately. She could not believe the sight that she had just beheld. Her mind was filled with intricacy far beyond what anyone could ever jumble up their thoughts with.

She ran, and ran, and ran as far as she could from the house. Her feelings were feeble, but her pace was indubitably robust as she burst through the park without much care for the people around her. She found a soft spot among the grasses, and laid there, consolidating herself.

"Fourteen, fourteen damned years", were the only words Emily could have mustered with tears rolling down her cheeks.

She laid there, sobbing, in need of comfort, in need of care and affection, but most of all, in need of love. She could not believe all this while, she was living a lie, a mere hoax with a man that not only did not contribute in maintaining the financial difficulties that they had, but also a man who was seeing someone else behind her back while she was at work. Emily did not need an explanation from him, despite his constant calls while she was at the park. She didn't need one, and she never would, because her feelings were as good as crushed. And her heart, was as good as tarnished.

After a couple of hours at the park, Emily still could not relish the fact of what has just happened. She took a short walk around the park after deciding that she would not return home anymore. She needed to get some air, and needed to clear her mind of the obscurity of the situation she was in. She then sat down next to the fountain, looking at her own reflection in the water, pondering upon what has she done to have deserved this. As she closed her eyes for a moment and opened them, she saw a familiar face. And she knew, she was again, in love.