The Photograph (Part 3)

He silently lay on the lush green hills...alone, trying hard to achieve a serene state... He tries, he tries hard, he tries his hardest, and yet, without her... he can't... without her inflatuating smile, without her irresistable kiss, without her affectionate hold... He's lost. He dreams of her at night he says "life without her is like not living life at all"... Cliche as it might sound, to him, it is an inevitability... To him, life's everyday experiences can only achieve so much pleasure... The rest lies within a secret... A secret which only each man can find within himself... His secret is her... her smile, her touch, her kiss.

He ready's himself for a long journey home with only her on his mind. The thought of her fornication had never crossed his naive mind before. It couldn't have, she was all he had. He desperately needed hope. Yet, the truth of the hope was of no significance at all, or at least for now. He was blinded by his deranged obsession of her. The hope he had was not but false and yet, he was too naive to realize that. And so, he continued his journey with nothing but an illusion, waiting to be shattered at the absolute anticipated destination. He pulls himself together, packs up some food, water and the only other item which he had always carried aside from his pocket-knife, a photograph of her. He sets off for the long bus ride, clutching a picture of her in his solid hands, keeping an image of her rigidly in his mind.

She, waiting impatiently at home but at the same time, nervous and distressed by her infidelity, keeping in mind her preposterous accusation or as she called it, a "consolation". Now that her little lover boy had headed home(wherever that might be), she feels somewhat at ease with a hint of vulnerability. She paces back and forth, as if angered or agitated, deciding on the outcome of this dilemma. She finally comes to rest, lay on her satin red couch, restless and wearied, inconclusive of what shall be. She is grossly sickened by what she sees in the mirror; an adulterine, no...worse, what she sees is beyond the civilized measures of words. She looks deep within herself to find the word...a libertine in a body of a trickster she thought, sickened by the very image of herself. At that particular moment, she glances to her left, seeing the photograph of William. All the feelings of guilt, dissapointment and disgust go astray into the depths of her mind as she sees William at his best.