There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
It was a three year deal
When he met her and she met him
They liked how t’other smiled
And they liked how t’other laughed.
She was pretty and he cleaned up pretty nice
They met once in the park
Again in the library
Again at the fountain near the classrooms.
They texted endlessly
Losing sleep
But it didn’t matter then
There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
She always loved attention
She was petite and pretty
Nothing he didn’t know
But somehow it still hurt when he saw the signs for himself
A text
A picture
A gift that he did not give
A foreign piece of jewellery
But she was pretty
And she treated him like a king
She showered him with all the love
A man could ever want to bring
She was his
And he was hers
There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
We’ll never know what set them off
At least not us who were only watching from the distance
But soon they trampled on the previously blooming paths
Uphill downhill
Spiralling downhill
She hurt him bad
And he wanted to hurt her back
So he hacked her accounts
Blasted her happy outing with friends
She kept silent.
He aired out their previous loving endeavours
He plagued her with sarcasm and outright hatred.
She kept silent.
He beat and thrashed her left and right
With stories that gives all parents a sleepless night.
But she held her silence.
There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
Months gone by, and she held her silence.
He was there on occasion,
Nothing much to say but he was there
She was silent.
Years go by.
There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
A notification comes in
She’s invited me to a wedding
Her name matches with his
Is it his?
After all the wrath, dirt and grit he threw at her,
Is it really him?
Or did she manage to bag another, just like him?
This time, he was silent.
No cheers of joy that his maiden was his
No thankful hurrahs that they were to be wed.
No pictures of the days that led to this blessed day.
He held his silence.
There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
She put up honeymoon photos, mostly of herself
They were hardly in any photos together,
Not even wedding photos.
The few there were of his,
Had him looking away
No smile on his face.
Only on hers.
There they walked off
Looking in the distance
Moving forward
Slowly, but surely.
Their happiness, their lives, are truly their right to determine; but I can’t help but ask myself: would I go through their same path?
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