Chapter 100: SOFIA
"Dear, are you alright?"
It was a woman’s voice, middle aged. But I didn’t bother lifting my face, I yelled, for what was more than the dozenth time already,
"Fuck off!"
It was maddening as hell, that someone couldn’t be allowed to cry and think in peace. But I suppose it was my fault for choosing a park, of all places.
I sat face down at the wooden bench, canopied by a willow tree. I don’t know how long I had sat there, but my tears were far from ceasing. I have tried to stop, to think, but every thought just brought more tears.
I didn’t even know what was the time, and I didn’t care one bit.
The appointment I had with Richard, became a trivial matter compared to the recent turn of events. And I really didn’t feel like facing the vexing billionaire after the shocking news of my marriage.
The bench creaked as someone too stupid to see that I didn’t want to be bothered, sat down. And worse he was eating; bagels and coffee. It reminded me that I hadn’t eaten all morning.
Alicia had been in a rush to marry me off, that she didn’t allow me to have breakfast. At the gnawing reminder, my stomach growled. I barely raised my face as I flashed him a glare of pure scorching hate, that he left scrambling.
Wiping my eyes, I dared lift my face. A small lake that must flow into the great Hanttan, ebbed slowly. A bunch of toddlers hubbled after butterflies, the mothers close by, one of them documenting with a camera. Few paces from them, couples sat on their blankets having a picnic, the sight reminding me of my lack of the necessity. At the stone face to face bench, sat an elderly couple playing chess.
A cool breeze wafted through, swaying the willow and as I turned to look at the tree,
"Shit" I muttered, as I realized where I was and its significance.