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PART-12-THE UNSEEN BY AUTHOR MAHIZHAVATHANA

CINNAMON AND COLD FILES:

“Goshan, thank you so much. I cannot express my gratitude,” exclaimed Goshan’s girlfriend, Louise. “That’s ok, anything for you, my love! “ Louise and Goshan looked adorable as a couple of sunflowers in the spring, under the tree which had already welcomed the fall by sprinkling its leaves. He is a good partner and friend. Louise works for a hospital as a nurse. She knew what actual caring is. She met Goshan when he was looking after his grandfather, who was admitted to the ICU, and later on, he departed for heaven. She saw the kind heart in Goshan; he felt bad and gave his attention not only to all the emergency patients out there, but also was appreciative towards the doctors and nurses who worked overtime and expected nothing in return. This made Louise fall in love with him. He at least has enough humanity to consider people’s efforts, unlike others who complain and curse doctors for not being available all the time, forgetting that they are human beings with lives outside the hospital. 

Goshan and Louise have been in a relationship for a year and a half now. She even knows Murali and his condition. So what about Goshan, does he know?His friend’s condition?. NO. And Murali requested Louise not to reveal his big secret, which could kill the happiness he wants to stay, as follows, and love to stay as it was, to be loved and teased by his friend, not to be piteous. And Louise obeys. “What about the prom?, Have you chosen someone to dance with? Gosh?” Bumped Louise. “I had already chosen a beautiful worm..., uh, a woman to dance with” buffered Gosh. He didn’t even hesitate to mock Louise’s mind. “Stop bugging me, gosh!. Now tell me who you're gonna dance with?” Goshan never seemed to be bothered by her quiz; he was strongly pulled by her cinnamon-shaded lipstick, which smelled the same. His eyes were on her glossy, finished lipliner. “Oh, uh, yeah,” “what gosh, would you like to answer me or what?” “Sure, after tasting a cinnamon roll,” huskied Gosh and never looked away. Louise was awestruck as she had never mentioned the change in her appearance. She didn’t even expect her boyfriend to notice it. “Ok! I trust you. Just tell me what you are going to do at the prom, which side are you on?” “I am going to be the DJ. I am going to help Murali by choosing the right song for him and his girlfriend”. This gave a huge surprise to Louise. “Girlfriend? Murali got a girlfriend? Tell me about it,” exclaimed Louise, as she knew his friend. Goshan has a unique taste in gossiping. Am I supposed to explain his role when he got a warm topic on his friend that could keep his girlfriend amazed for minutes?

And he said all the stuff happened therefore, and his role in his friend’s relationship. “I’ll do my best to get my friend committed. I just want him to experience true love. I am so desperate to save him from fake attention-thirsty vultures around him.” “Oh, that is a lot of commitment, Gosh. How can I help you? I just want to be a part of this selfless project”. “Oh, really? Ok then, please don’t ask anything about the prom, that is enough,” and got a smack on his arm in return. While Gosh was planning to engage his friend in a good relationship, Murali was travelling in a different landscape.

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Wrong Time

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It's always the wrong time

Not time for this

Not time that

All the talk about time

But when it's time for me & something I want

It ain't the right time

Time, time, time...

I don't know anymore

Besides time

I'm always in the wrong

It hurts...

Do I worry about me or worry about everyone else?...

Feels like I need to put me aside

I don't know...

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COLD Lava

I’m a person with depth! Not a shallow feeling that a cigarette gives,I can stand still in a storm,I can drink lava instead of water to live.My eyes are empty well, heart in blues,It’s the reason you see rain,But never see me lose,I ain’t running anymore, I ain’t hiding my sins,I ain’t dying anymore, Neither I’m living a bit.My heart doesn’t beat anymore, My eyes do not cry,My lips do not speak…

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Warning/s: Mentions of assault

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“Were you wearing your name badge still?”

Elena swore softly, before sighing. Of course; she had forgotten, in the mess of her departure, to take her name badge off. The guy on the bus must have read it.

“I’ll put an APB on him; don’t worry. You know we look after our own.”

Jami had called her on the dot at one, and Elena had wasted no time in relating the events on the bus to her. For the first time, she was beginning to feel glad that there was more to the older woman than she had thought - at their old workplace, Jami had often butted heads with management and never really held back on her opinions, and it was this apparent attitude problem that had made Elena question her ability to be in a management position. She was glad that she had been wrong about that.

“There was one other thing,” she admitted, “When I... zoned out--”

“Had the flashback,”

“Yeah, whatever,” Elena sighed, “When that happened, and Cal snapped me out of it, I... I noticed something. He has the same eyes.”

Jami was silent for a few moments, as if processing this information. “Same eyes as...?”

“As that vigilante,” Elena explained, “Like, they both have kinda the same shade. I thought I was looking at the guy when I looked at Cal.”

“You think he might be your rescuer?”

“I mean...”

Now that she was thinking about it, she realised she was probably just jumping to conclusions. Blue eyes weren’t exactly uncommon, and she knew just how easily eye colour could be mistaken in the dark. Just because the two had a similar piercing gaze didn’t mean it was the same person - Jami had the exact same look, though her eyes were green.

“Elena, if you think smeone at work is involved in illegal stuff, you know you can provide an anonymous tip. What is said between us stays between us unless it concerns your health.”

Elena sighed, nodding slowly. “It’s just a dumb thought I had. But, like, you know Cal pretty well anyway; you’d know if he was getting up to stuff.”

“That’s true,” Jami admitted, “And I can say that Cal plays a stupid amount of Playstation, so between that and work, I don’t think he’d have time for a side gig as a vigilante. But if you think it should be looked into, I can be discreet.”

“No, I was just speculating,” Elena admitted, “It’s probably dumb. Sorry.”

“Did you get in touch with your doctor? They can refer you to a psych, or even just counselling. You’ve been through a bit; it never hurts to just talk to someone about it.”

“I did,” Elena nodded, though Jami couldn’t see her. “I’m seeing her tomorrow."

"I'm surprised they could get you in that quick. Usually it takes a couple weeks to get sorted."

"Yeah, she did say she figures it's something of an emergency," Elena let out a heavy sigh. "I didn't even think it was that bad."

"Most people don't." Jami replied, sounding like she was slightly distracted by other things. "You go through it, think "it's over, I'll be fine", but then the dreams start, you can't walk down a certain pathway, being out at certain times makes you anxious... It's hell, but it's also your brain's way of trying to survive."

"Survive? By what, making me more susceptible to sneak attacks?" Elena scoffed, recalling how Cal had approached without warning that morning.

"Nah, by keeping you on high alert and reminding you of the threat. Think of it this way - you're a hunter-gatherwr kid who sees their dad mauled by some giant lion creature in a rocky crevasse. Your brain attributes the rocky crevasse with the lion thing, which it associates with death. So, for the rest of your life, you avoid rocky crevasses and as such, you're able to grow up, have your own kids, and teach them to avoid rocky crevasses and lion things. They teach it to their kids, and that info passes down. All because that one guy had PTSD."

Elena thought about it. "So, that's how we survived evolution?"

"It's one of the theories. But in the modern world, a lot of things look or sound the same. So PTSD no longer serves us as a species, and it's become a detriment. Not to mention war and all that shit as well, which puts people into unnecessary dangers that they then spend the rest of their lives reliving. It's shit, but treatment can help."

"You know a lot about this," Elena remarked, "Are you a therapist?"

"No, I just had my own experiences with it. Have," she corrected herself, "You remember how I was at the old place? That was because of their bullshit gaslighting; it triggered my PTSD, which returned as anxious aggression."

Elena thought about it for a few more moments before nodding slowly. "That makes so much sense," she said slowly, "You were always so aggressive to them, I remember someone suggested you might have behavioural issues."

"It's amazing how a toxic environment can change how we show ourselves to the world." Jami sighed thunderously. "So yeah, talk to people and try to work past what happened. If you need time off at work, or need to change to day shifts so you're not walking around at night, let me know. No prejudice here,"

Elena liked the thought of being able to take time off work, but she knew that bills wouldn't pay themselves.

"We'll see," she replied, "If it gets any worse, I might take you up on the offer."

"That's what we accrue leave for," Jami replied with a chuckle. "Okay, I gotta head off. Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," Elena reassured her, "See you at work."

[seriouslypoisonedapple]

I have shed you from myself as much as humanly possible. I have grieved you. I have mourned you. I have cursed at the sound of your name. I have dissected your actions, your mind, your choices. I have distanced all ties to your energy. I have cast you from me. There you shall remain. You’ve been denied access to me. I continue to heal from the pain you inflicted. I move onward and upward as I have always done before you and will continue to do after you. 😌

-D.J. @seriouslypoisonedapple

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Malaya

Pagod ka na.

Hindi ko na iintayin ang pagkakataong maubos ka.

Lalayo nang payapa, 

Para sa’yo ay may matira.

Kasama ng mga tira,

Mag-ipon ka pa,

Muli ay magmahal ka.

Maging maligaya,

Kahit ito ay saa piling ng iba.

Mahal, hindi ito pag-suko,

Bagkusa, ito ay pagpapalaya.

Dahil mahal-

Kahit kailan,

Hindi ko ninais na ikulong ka

pagurin o ubusin ka.

Ang nais ko,

Maging maligaya at yumabong ka.

Dahil mahal, naniniwala ako-

Na marapat ka sa pag-ibig na malaya.

Mahal, mahal kita at malaya ka na.