Sunday, September 16, 2018

Soa: the news

(Soa)

Word got out that the queen was back. Something was brewing in the air, everyone was busy trying to welcome Jessica the best way they could, by throwing a party. It made sense, in a way, that they would want to celebrate her return, her life, therefore coming together seemed like the best way to do that. Upon learning the safe return from her seemingly unscathed sister, Asma sighed in relief.  She blinked as it felt like the first breath taken after a long time holding one's breath, and put her hand on top of her chest that was heaving up and down at a faster pace.

Joy was the first emotion, quickly followed by relief. Her sister was alive! Asma sat on her office chair and leaned into it, her other hand now pressed against her plump lips. She was trembling, her lips fought hard to hold back her sobs and her eyes did a lousy job keeping her tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Pain replaced joy and overwhelmed the woman whose breathing became uneven, sharper, interspersed with sobs that became louder and louder. Jessica was alive dummy! Why are you crying? She thought to herself, her fingers now tapping the soft surface of her lips in an attempt to calm her down. It just dawned on her, the fear of losing the most precious relationship she had came down on her like a train and now that she knew Jessica was alive, the emotions she kept in check stormed in.

Raw, powerful, put of control...her meltdown couldn't be contained anymore so she's just let It out. Smiles crept up at times, having herb chuckle with relief a suit her worst fears didn't come to life and Asma wiped her face as much as she could but still soaked her top with her tears. Her nose ran, spit dribbled down her chin. It wasn't cry-cute at all, it couldn't be after storing feelings for so long. Anger. Now that was anger she's was feeling, as she hit the table with her fists, once Shen could collect her thoughts. Why didn't Sheba text back? Why didn't she just tell her she was okay but Incommunicado? Why did she have to make her feel so fucking bad? Asma resented Jessica, a little bit, for having gone out of the radar and put everyone at heartbreak hospital. It was a feeling Shen hated, mostly because it was the first time she felt something like this for the beautiful brunette but also because she realized how fragile she still was. How many times did she want to drink because she thought jess died? How many times did she argue with Tig because of Jess? How much place in her heart did Asma give Jessica? Of course, I think would make her angry, because Jessica made her fall in love with her only to make her suffer from stunts like these. How could she dare?

Anger was her gateway to rationality. As she focused on those feelings and on what she would tell Jessica when they would meet, Asma soon stopped her meltdown. She was able to cry in a more quieter way, with just tears rolling down her cheek as she argued in her head with the queen. But soon, reasons and arguments became white noise again as once all was said and done, the only thing that mattered was that the queen was back.

She grabbed her phone, ran her hand through her hair and texted.

"You scared the shit out of me. Be lucky I love you still. Xoxo. Azz!"



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