Bitter Kiss

In a large city, where glass skyscrapers make up the sky, the smell of smog is the only scene for miles, and you do not know anyone except for the unfamiliar faces walking down the street. There stands a desolated brick building with empty windows and a broken door. Within this building on the fourth floor in a small room sits a man in his mid-thirties, through his face assumes he is much younger, his hands fold over a leather-bound book, that sits on his blanketed legs, he has chestnut hair, raging hazel eyes, and soft pink lips.

He stares at the tattered brown cover, with the unraveling green ribbon holding it closed. He is used to the harsh looking book, and no longer cries when he holds it. In his mind, hope race around, taunting him, giving him happiness and peace for a few short minutes. He prays with his eyes closed before he reopens the book and starts the harsh story.

“Please, don’t let it end the same way. Please. . . please!” He unfolds his hands and unties the ribbon, letting it fall to the blanket. He opens the cover and adjusts the loose paper. Carefully he turns to the first page. It starts out simply like someone is having a pleasant conversation with you, and then it gets harder to hear. The book becomes thicker and it begins . . . “there is a painful story I know, it has been my companion for too long. Now, I will share it with you. It is tormenting to hear, and while you listen to the story all you will be able to feel is hope that it never happens to you. It is about a child stuck in the middle, while an innocent woman is blamed, and a hurt man is confused.

Once upon a time, just like in a fairy tale, two people fell in love. A young beautiful woman, with long golden locks, porcelain skin, azure eyes, and rose-colored lips, fell in love with a man. This man was of equal beauty as the women, curly brown chestnut hair that laid on his head, eyes the color of a raging sea, and a touch of pink to his soft chestnut nose.

As time passed they fell deeper in love until it came to be they decided to get married.

After they were married, their love grew deeper and deeper for each other, they decided they wanted a child to share all their love with. As time passed the young women became pregnant. Every day, the young man would rub the round growing belly of the young women, talk, and sing to it. He fantasized about when the day would finally come that his son would be able to run, play football, and do all the things a son was meant to do his father.

Soon the child that was so longed for had arrived. The second the mother laid eyes upon her child, she fell in love with him. She held the infant, tenderly hugging and kissing him, swaying gently and singing to him. The young father had rushed to the side of his wife’s bed, holding tightly the blanket the infant was sleeping in.

As time passed and the child grew, he began to feel his parent’s love for one another grow less and less as the days strolled by. His father spent most of his evenings at the pub in the center of town, and when he came home he spent no time with his son or wife. The mother still loved her child as much as. . . etc.