The Prince's Indentured Bride

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“I wish you were still alive and I could show you how much of an amazing villain I could have actually been in your life.”

I quietly placed the bunch of flowers on the cement alter reading Lyle Judas (The best girl. 1995 – 2016). I have been wanting to visit her since a lot of time but strangely I have always been living in a time constraint.

Lyle was my best friend until the moment she died. I have seen her suffer from relationship burnouts, break ups and how gravely, and emotionally she has been affected always, every time. All the time when she was alive, I believed that I was the rock behind her support to not die.

Every time she attempted suicide; I was disappointed in her. Giving up a life oneself for emotional reasons is not worth it. It is just a matter of getting help. Everything went smooth and good until tides turned up and Lyle ended up jumping from a roof, while Gabriel and Lucas tried to rush up to save her, and I was trying to be the truce person like always, but it was a different day.

It was her brother, Lucas’s wedding, mi alma gemela, and on top of that she was determined to jump, and die, because she was fed up with living is what I believe. Even I am, but I can’t throw my life away because someone I like doesn’t like me back.

I didn’t kill myself when Gabriel rejected me, that too on a bigger scale of a national television. I totally understand ever human perceives emotions and store memories differently, and situations cannot be compared. But the least you can do is talk things out, and clear certain misunderstandings, or just cut off people completely from your life who make you feel unworthy and undeserving.

“What you did was wrong. You just left me with no answers.” This is not the first time I am telling her this, but every single time I visit, I accuse her, my anger for her never subsides. She killed herself and subsequently she murdered all the dear relationships around me.

I deserved a closure, just like her. No words are enough for me from anyone. I need to know why Lyle did what she did. If she wasn’t happy being friends with me it was okay for her to leave me. She could’ve done it.

Why did she stick around and let her insecurity about me kill her?

Before jumping down she blamed me for her unhappiness, but all these years I’ve been trying to recall the incidents which could possibly make her want to hate me, but none is the answer.

“I gave you my hundred percent as a friend and you snaked out on me Oil.” I know she doesn’t like to be called Oil, but that is the name I gave her and will always call her, friend, or not.

I didn’t want to visit her here, because it always makes me feel like I was at fault and I never knew about it, and will not even get to know about it ever. But the fact that Lyle is the basic idea of sereneaffairs.help, which has helped numerous humans to solve and understand many things, and not giving up their lives.

As much of a bad news Lyle is to me, that much of a base pillar she is for me. That binds me forever to come and visit her, and drown in the unknown mistakes of mine I could ever know.

I blamed her, then myself, and then others around me, and lastly, I realised any of this will not give me any answers so I have made a compromise with her grave that we were equal faulty makers for the reason she died for.

My senses have always been strong and active, even now, and I was sure that someone was walking behind me with sleepy foot so as to not disturb me, or maybe sneak attack on me. I held my handbag tightly, just in case to be ready to defend if things get worse.

As the crunching sound of the leaves stopped, I didn’t waste a moment to look for who it was, and it was the last person I would not even want ever see.

“What are you doing here?” I asked sternly.

“It is a public property sweetie.” I rolled my eyes, as Emmet went to sit on the other side of Lyle’s grave.

“You don’t deserve to come –” I stopped myself from saying any further, knowing I didn’t control every life, and besides being a friend to me Lyle was other things to other people also. And the thought remanence of how Lucas didn’t allow me to see Lyle for one last time will never be forgotten.

“Who was she to you?” I asked, my tone not being civil at all.

My brother’s play thing. That is the only answer I wanted to hear from her, always, but she never allows me the pleasure.

“A very helpful acquaintance.” She replied, and stared at the name inscribed on the grave wall.

“Oh really! The types where it very easy to bully, right?” I snickered at my own bold statement.

“Destiny, there are things you will never understand unless you yourself live it. Please don’t try to malign other’s relationship because of your anger. Every time, everything is not always about you.” Although Emmet had said it in a calm demur, I could totally see how much she actually wished to punch my nose.

Why now?