As Faithful as Guilt

The swirling silver cascade of clouds gazed down from the heavens onto those that filled the busy streets of New York City. The sun stabbed through the clouds with knives of a thousand flames lighting the citizens' vision below. His name was Fronso Williams. Now, legally, he is Hayus Vargra. Hayus walked down the lively streets of New York City. Women knew him as a womanizer. Hayus looked around possible candidates. The streets were crowded with women. Attractive women. Through the crowded streets, he saw a young and beautiful face. He knew it would be easy to take that woman as a candidate. Pushing past the crowds, he moved in to get a closer look. He winced as the pain from an old X shape scar on his palm returned almost as if that face urged his palm to sting. Hayus knew that face, but from where he was unsure. It was a humid day. The rays of heat screamed out from the ground like ghosts leaving the grave. It slurred his vision but it wasn't enough to put him off. The distance between Hayus and the girl closed and soon enough, there was no distance. Hayus reached out and tapped her shoulder. She turned around and the first thing Hayus saw was a small scar on her left cheek. A birthmark. Then he was consumed by his memories.

So many years ago, and yet they came back in an instant. That woman, her name was Raeya Hattison. She was one of the women who just didn't fit the bill. I would be followed by her day after day, week after week. It was almost like she enjoyed seeing me. She was persistent and I kept shunning her. It was almost like she enjoyed seeing me...Well, shun her like that. She was irritating. She was literally stalking me. At the time, she wasn't the best looking people out there. She would have been at the bottom of my list if I even considered her. Soon, I was at my wits end. How would you like it if someone was watching you walk around every corner? Seeing that same person every single day. Looking at both her and my own reflection in a shop window. You couldn't blame me, right? She was too persistent and pushed me off the edge. That day I was carrying a sharp cross in my hand, custom-made. I already learnt from the shop-owner that the edges were still sharp and to be careful as I refused to give him more time to polish it up. I left the shop to find Raeya waiting for me. I guess she was feeling desperate and she tried to talk to me.

"Give me a chance! You can't judge a book by its cover!"

But of course I ignored her and from the corner of my vision I saw her stretch out to put her hand on my shoulder. Then, I snapped, I had been having a bad day and the last thing I wanted was her to try to approach me. So I lashed out and slapped her hand away. A sharp searing pain. A scream .I was instantly reminded me of the sharp cross I had in my hand. Tearing my eyes of my bleeding hand, I looked at Raeya, she too had mark on her hand. The back of it. Tears in her eyes, she fled the scene. I never did get to say I was sorry. Not that I would have really meant it anyway. I never saw her again until now.

I was disorientated. Confused. How could she have become so beautiful to grab my attention? The questions lingered in my mind. I decided to forget the past and try and get her to go out with me. But Raeya must have seen the idea forming in her eyes, for she sneered. She pulled off her glove and show me a scar, matching my own. A painful memory. I felt it. A twang of guilt. Real guilt. With that, she walked away into the horizon and out of my life. A sapphire droplet fell from his cheek. He never was given the chance to say Sorry.

The End

-Author's Note-

This Story was based on two very good friends of mine who in the end, started dating. So, this story is for them. Have A Good Relationship!