She stared deeper and deeper into the forest. The green blurred her eyes to the point of blindness. She was searching, searching for the eternal answer. No, it was not to the question of life, nor was it love. It was a simple question, just a word, “Why?”

“Why are we even on this planet? What’s the point of all theses greens and blues? It’s so useless.”

All these questions were just a cover-up. Anthony was the person that’s been bobbing up and down in her mind. He was burning up her thoughts, driving her to the edges of sanity, what was left of it.

“Years of love, down the drain. All those intimate moments, when our hearts beat as one. When he breathed in, I out. When he pushed down, I took him in. When he was sad, I comforted. And all those for what? So that he can leave me?”

Her fair skin flushed a bright red. Not because of the livid past but, with anger. She felt like chopping herself to pieces. There was no part of her untouched. She felt like dying.

Yes, there were moments when she thought of leaving him. All those lies were building up on her. She had had enough. However, for some weird reason, she could not. So many times, she tortured her beautiful mind over the simple question, “Why?”

“Who wouldn’t want me? I’m beautiful. I’m pretty and desirable. I can make any man’s dream come true. I can make them go crazy. Why was I after that insignificant fraud anyway? It’s good that he finally left. I can get on with my life now. Otherwise, I would’ve left him.”

The thought of Anthony leaving her, made her angrier. Why was she that stupid? She did not want to feel this way. She wanted Anthony to feel this. The feeling of guilt and shame. She wanted to scream at the top of her fragile voice. Nothing but croaks came out. She was up all night.

“I want Anthony to be blamed and suffered.” She whispered to herself. “I hate you till death,” tears welled up, “and after.” She whispered under her breath.

Memories flooded. Times Anthony spent with his friends behind her back. Things he used to do and lie to her.

“Why did he lie? What was wrong if I was with him? Was he seeing someone, or am I being jealous?”

Her ears were steaming at this point. The thought of him touching her with his hands made her nauseous. Impureness rocked her back and forth, shacking and questioning her mere existence. Her chest felt hollow and crushed at the same time. It was like; Anthony did those things knowing she would feel like this.

Suddenly, it all stopped. All the greens and blues merged into a fade white and then black. An eternal emptiness.

Her mother woke her up. She looked worried. Pain danced across her mother’s eyes as she observed her child.

“Are you okay baby?” she asked with a shaken voice. “We found you by the edge of the lake. You were senseless. The doctor said you are going to be okay though.”

It was clear that her mother was trying to hide something. But it hurt to much to think. She nodded as her mother dimmed the lights and left the room. She did not feel okay at all. Was it all a dream then? Is everything back to normal? Why was she dreaming, what was she dreaming about?

So many questions muzzled her brain. She felt so tired. Her lids came down with all the weight of the world.

Suddenly the room was flooded with light. She jumped up on her bed. Anthony was standing in front of the door with a solemn happy grin on his face.

“Scared you, didn’t I sweetheart?” Anthony mumbled.

“Are you…” she could not finish.

“Yes.” Answered Anthony looking down.

“Then, how can I…?” something heavy was building up in her throat. She could not finish.

“Because you are here with me now. And this time, you’ll never have to think of me that way again.”

“How do you know what I thought of you?” old anger sparked through her eyes.

Anthony smiled a bit more. It was so disarming. He slowly walked towards her. Took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.

“I was there.” Whispered Anthony.

She hugged him sitting. With all her strength, she hugged him. She wanted to crush his bones. Anthony replied, much more kindly.

“Don’t you ever die on me again.” She spitted out in anger.

“I won’t.” Anthony chuckled.

He picked her up, like he always used to and as they started walking towards the door, Anthony asked, “Did u really believe I was that bad? That I don’t love you?”

“Why won’t I? Nobody’s innocent.”

“True, but then again, ‘Nobody’ didn’t have you.”

Both smiled. Nothing more needed to be said.

The world is not perfect. But within this imperfect world, lies the greatest perfect treasure. It is not that hard to find. Just have to look past the deformities.