Princess Endut
203. Grief

"Yahoo!!!"

Bruack!!!

All the books on the wooden shelf fell to the floor after Weva threw them in any direction. Weva grabbed her hair hard. Both of her eyelids were swollen and swollen. He never stopped crying.

There was nothing else he could do but cry over his disillusioned life. Weva resuscitated her body to the wall of the room. He threw his head several times against the wall and decided to sit on the floor.

He hugged his tired knees to go home. Weva just needs some alone time. He did not want anyone to bother him at this time even he did not send a message for Mr. Walio to preach it.

His body was still on the floor right in front of the floor which was still strewn with books and some other items. Her bedroom has now fallen apart after Weva spent her time raging inside the room alone to release her anger.

The breath of Weva was decapitated. He rubbed his cheek that never dried because it was constantly moistened by tears.

Both of his eyes were staring at the floor. His mind floated up to think of nothing.

"Stupid, Weva. Real dumb. Weva shouldn't have wronged anyone."

"But how now? Brilyan wasn't that boy."

"Why? Why did Weva have to be wrong? Aaaa!!!"

"Why should Weva be wrong?!!" screamed once more.

Weva exhaled a breath of tightness that had been stuck in his chest ever since. He looked down at the red bracelet on his wrist.

"Who are you, anyway?"

"Why then should you come and nolongin Weva? Now how can Weva meet you?"

"This red bracelet is not enough to find you. Weva doesn't even know what your face is?"

"Where are you, anyway?"

"Weva wants to see you."

Weva let go of her crying. He didn't care about the night he showed at 3am. All he wanted to do was to let go of his deep disappointment.

...***...

Brilyan pecked on the balcony of the house, where he spent the whole night here before he slept.

The man had been crying since sad because he had been rejected by the girl he loved. He failed to get a girl who looked like his mother. It meant that he had been abandoned by the two female figures that he had cared about. Destroyed all the hopes and plans he had put together a few weeks ago.

Brilyan looked up at the natural sky which was still the same as what he had always seen at night. The stars are beautiful for the beautiful sky however, not as beautiful as the condition of Brilyan's heart today.

Devastated, of course the feeling was on him now. The dinner he imagined would be the happiest happy night of his life turned out to be the saddest night for him.

Dinner events, a team of musicians, a restaurant he rented for the night, and...

Brilyan took out a ring from his suit pocket. This ring he bought from his savings money specifically for Weva if he had officially dated.

The arrangement of the plan is not as beautiful as reality. The incomparable wound he felt hurt him so much. Brilyan clasped tightly onto the ring as he stepped inside the room.

His staggering steps stopped. He was in the middle of the room. His eyes seemed empty thinking of something. Not long after he opened his fingers which had been grasping the white ring tightly and looking at him so closely.

Brilyan's hand trembled holding a sharp and shiny knife as it was struck by the light of the room lamp. He has been desperate.

Brilyan slowly stepped out and decided to sit by her bedside. His two blurry eyes were blocked by the tears staring at every inch of the blade that looked extremely sharp.

This knife was a spare knife that he always used to cut fruit if the servants forgot to bring a knife for him.

Brilyan's lips trembled unbearably, his body felt shivering making him unable to breathe as usual.

Both of his eyes remained fixed on the surface of the blade that he swirled the grill trying to ascertain how shiny this knife was.

"There is no hope I live. Everything has gone."

"Mother and Weva have left me here alone. Everyone doesn't care about me."

"Papa only attaches importance to his own self without ever caring about me."

"I'm tired!"

"I'm tired of learning!"

"I'm tired of being required to always be the best for Papa."

"I feel that I am like a pet who is trained continuously and then after that contest is entered."

"I can't stand it, I can't handle all this."

Brilyan grabbed a photo of her late mother which she put together with the ring and then smiled heavily with quivering lips.

"Mother! I can't take it anymore."

"I just want to catch up with Mom. Get out of this world and just meet Mom."

"I can't afford Mom."

Brilyan took a deep breath and held it in the chest. He placed the sharp blade onto the surface of his wrist just above the veins of his hand that were reflected in his white skin layer.

"I miss Mom. I love you, Mother!"

Brilyan moved the blade in one fell swipe resulting in a deep enough scratch wound that managed to sever the vein. The knife fell to the floor with fresh blood pouring down onto the floor.

Brilyan smiled widely. He raised his head up with his eyes closed and then looked down at the photo of his late mother and the white ring.

Brilyan's cry broke out. His hands were very painful and could no longer move. The floor had been reddened by the blood from the blade scratch that was truly sharp.

Brilyan's body collapsed to the floor. His lips were pale, trying to keep smiling.

If he dies tonight then it is not a regret for Brilyan because he will die while staring at the photo of his late mother who still smiles for him.

Brilyan closed his eyes several times making his vision darken every minute. He had a small laugh after he realized that if there might be no more, the blood in his body would run out and he would die slowly.

"Mother! I love you, "he whispered almost inaudibly.

His eyes dimmed slowly until both of his eyes were perfectly closed. If he dies then this is the best decision and this is a gift for his Papa's selfishness.