Enzo

His feet were planted firmly on the balcony floor as his mind drifted into black, stormy

hellish clouds. His hands were clasped behind his back in an aristocratic manner. Thunder shook the sky with its bright light, and then a second later with its sound.

“ENZO LOOK AT ME!” she said, her voice filled with desperation. He didn’t spare her a

glance. Shutting his eyes, he promptly detached from the day's events and stared out at the view before him. The jagged rocks stared sullenly back at him. The waves ruthlessly hit them, but they stood stock still.

“Enzo” she gasped as if her lungs were giving out. “I love you Enzo, do you hear me?”

She broke out into choked sobs. Her hair was matted to her face, and both literally and physically she was a mess. He stumbled away from her.

The stars in the sky shone like tears, and Enzo could feel the dryness of his swollen eyes. He hated this. He hated her. The events that had taken place in the last twenty-four hours made him feel like a lost, little boy again. Never ever in a thousand years did Enzo think she would betray him. The sky began to cry. Wonderful... God has taken pity on me, he thought dryly. The rainwater splattered on his face and mixed with the tear water in his eyes.

Unable to shake the sorrowful feeling in the pit of his stomach, he decided he had to

leave. He couldn’t handle the messiness of the situation; all his life, he had been able to put

people and situations into neat boxes. This, he could not.

He made an effort to go out through the door, but she frantically grabbed at his middle and buried her face into him. He froze at the intimate gesture. Her vulnerability pulled at his heartstrings. Enzo wanted to forgive her. He loved her in an infinite amount of ways that all tied down to one. She was her.

Gently, he pushed her off and stepped away from him. She was quiet for a moment and looked up at him with forsaken eyes. Her face was smudged with makeup, her eyes were red, and she looked as beautiful as ever.

Without a second thought, he shoved past her, and half-ran, half-walked out of the room. He felt dizzy as he made his way out of the house.

Enzo felt his chest tighten with anxiety as he gripped the cold handle of the door. With a sharp intake of breath, he opened the door and walked out into the rainy night. Enzo did not close the door, though closing it would have been symbolic. Like the end of a chapter.

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About The Author

Yao Liu (she/her) is a 16-year old who currently resides in San Diego, CA. Since 2022, she has been writing poetry and flash fiction for her creative writing blog, https://medium.com/@yaopliu. Additionally, she has previously been published by TeenInk. When not writing, she enjoys traveling and reading.