3 DAYS OF MARILLA (A SHORT STORY)

Day 1

Life is full of endings and beginnings, they said. But at the corner of her room, at midnight–as always–, she cries. What is her fear? Us–the readers–asked. 

It’s not just about failures. It’s about how hard moving forward is. How difficult life is to cope with. 

Love. It’s not just about compassion. It’s about sacrifice. And now, she has already broken by it, into millions of pieces.

“What happened?” her mom asked her in the morning when she saw the eyes of her daughter become so ugly and swollen. No answers. Silence.

“Is it about him?” 

Then, out of nowhere, she begins to cry. Again.

Mom, it means yes. Absolutely.

Day 2

It’s cloudy today, but she keeps wearing a white dress, a white bucket hat, and a white flat shoes. She doesn’t care about the rain, because her heart has already been raining since… Since when? Ages? 

Then, she walks to the little hills in her backyard. It’s green. She love green. She might hate a lot of colors of life but she keeps loving green. Why? Simply because she loves trees and leaves.

Then, she sits on the ground at the peak of a hill. She doesn’t care about how dirty the grass is. She is sitting now, gazing at the sun. 

Can you burn me? She murmured to the sun.

Day 3

A day after…

“Maybe you need to go to the beach?” her mom suggested. Somehow, the blue of the ocean can heal us, that’s what her mom believes.

Maybe I need to be sinked by the water? Not today, not. I’ll do it later.

That day, she just sits at the sofa, reading Haruki Murakami’s book with no concentration.

Her mom is baking croissants now. It smells really good. Delicious. But she has already felt full with reality. She isn’t hungry anymore.

“Dara called you since two days ago,” her mom informed her about her  friend that worries about her. 

“Yes, I knew it.”

“What? Can you at least answer her? “

Mom, please. My boyfriend cheated on me. He is now with her, Dara. Yes, my own bestie.