Unspoken

"The girl couldn't stop sobbing while she sat in front of the window looking at the distant hills in the full moon. "

Patrick often perched down on the branch of the tree across an inn. Lots of travelers used to stay and make ruckus day in and day out. They were always loud, foolishly singing at the top of their lungs, shouting curses at each other, and basically trying to pass out without feeling anything of the surrounding. Humans were more or less the same, predictable and boring. Patrick chuckled at the intelligence of the 'smartest' species, the ones who have made life harder for every living thing on this earth. The ones that don't regard the nature around them, the ones too self-absorbed to feel anything changing in their surroundings. But why was she so quiet? It had been two days and she hasn't spoken a single word. She sat in front of the window staring longingly at the full moon probably yearning for the return of some loved one. She was different and Patrick had taken a liking towards this poor soul. She started sobbing, like a little child. She buried her face in her arms rested on her knees, curled up like a human fetus. Patrick wanted to know her story, why was she sobbing now. He could tell the girl was sad but why? If only Patrick spoke the human language he would go and console her.

Annie was a beautiful, raven-head, tall and lean. She had an impeccable dressing sense that intimidated people around her. Her beauty was irresistible with sharp features and mesmerizing eyes that people couldn't stop staring into. She was a really quiet person and people often gossiped that she's hard to approach due to her arrogance. She was a regular visitor of this inn. She would come here at the exact same date, just before the onset of spring each year. The staff at the inn knew her well by now.

The old woman whispered to her daughter, "It's been 5 years now she still keeps on coming here."

"Oh, Mother! It's good for our business isn't it, she always books the most expensive cabin and buys a lot of souvenirs from us..."

"Story is she lost her husband around this area... he committed suicide... and she still comes here to respect his memories."

"Oh the poor soul, she's young and beautiful how come she hasn't remarried. 5 long years and she's still lost in the past."

"Who knows what's the truth, however, I've heard her husband had a really weak heart, he loved her but didn't want to live after finding out the truth about her"

" What truth? Doesn't she come from the 7 richest families in India?"

"Her family is well respected in business all over Asia and she married her college sweetheart, Haru, after graduating from Yale."

The grandmother who was quiet until now spoke up.." hush you fools, don't gossip about a kind soul like that"

I remembered when both of them came here, it was a heavy storm that night. They were drenched and asked for the accomodation, I was having difficulty fitting people in, but I couldn't turn them away. Not only they were really kind but incredibly beautiful. Haru was an orphan who grew up in a village nearby. He brought her here to show the countryside he grew up in. I remember her being shy but letting out a giggle here and there. Her eyes were gleaming with joy. There are very few instances when I can call love by just seeing it. But they were both really in love."

Patrick turned his head 180 degrees after hearing grandmother's account, he had an idea what happened with the girl... If grandmother was right, Patrick felt incredibly sorry for Annie. Annie, seemed one of those fragile children who always needed protection, the sensitive ones who are too pure for the human world. The ones that sob by themselves and don't tell a soul.

Chan, a young man who has just returned from his military service in Korea, had also come in the Inn this week. His Japanese grandfather once took him here, when he was really young. Chan was a man who always simplistically smiled at strangers, his purpose in life seemed to revolve around bringing joy to others. He was one of those people you could easily read without even trying. Chan was bright, tall, devilishly handsome. He was easily the center of attention anywhere he goes, admired by women and men alike. He would laugh loudest and to his heart's content. He just wasn't capable of seeing anyone around him sad. He had to try and make them laugh somehow. Chan noticed Annie about three days ago. There was this indescribable sadness in her eyes that almost made it impossible for him to try to approach her. He kept trying, however, to talk to her, but alas they haven't spoken yet, apart from a gentle nod and maybe a slight smile from Annie, but then again Chan might have disillusioned himself.