“No! No! I can’t take this anymore!” the voice howled. “She’s no less than a sick twig shrew,” all these words were louder and meaner, and he just couldn’t get enough of them. It all seemed to conceptualise a maze inside of his mind: amaze that literally had no end. He stood there, awestruck. Just two days earlier, at this very moment, he would’ve kissed his wife and bid her the Sweetest goodbye, drifted along his two months old Audi Nova A4 heading south towards the Quata Headquarters into his office, sitting calmly with the daily frosted Starbucks coffee, which his PA would’ve usually ordered. But instead, standing in front of the dark blue water, the water droplets screaming out for him to dive in, he felt numb. As he let the towel flame from his body and topple down to the chain beside, he tightened his goggles, the swimming cap jabbed like glue with his hair. The blues, however, always helped him forget how unfortunate he was, how miserable his life was, how his shiny silver marriage just lost its own diamond.
He plunged inside the pool, perceiving the cold water droplets, took just nanoseconds for the water to take him in. He felt less isolated now, with all that water embracing him tightly. His soul propped up, teardrops racing from the end of his eyes into the water everywhere else. He let his body flow. No movements, or noises, but just the soul.
“Why Selina? You are the only life I need.”
“I’m very sorry, Jason. But have nothing else to do. I’m just too much in love with Dean. And you’re too broke. Move on, please. I know you can.”
“Oh my God! Darling! I cannot believe we’re arguing about this again. For heaven’s sake, please. Trust me; I have got all the finest detectives and lawyers of this city working on our case. We’re going to find who robbed us and we’re going to sue him, making his life a living hell.”
“I love Dean. He means the world to me.”
“Why the hell did it take you seven years to realise that you love my own cousin brother?! Why did you take my whole life for granted? Why me Selina?”
“If I’d known Dean earlier, you would’ve hardly been my friend. I’ll let my lawyers send you the divorce papers. Mark me as gone. Goodbye” – The phone got disconnected.
The continuous iPhone ringtone hit his senses with a 100-volt power supply. But he had too much fear, anger and envy living inside him, but the phone just didn’t stop crying. He realised his mother must’ve found out about how his seven years of togetherness with his wife tore apart over one phone call. He can’t help but let the tears gush out more. He couldn’t help but regret choosing his own decisions. He should’ve listened to his mother from the first place. He now was sure, he lost his love of the life and that high school sweethearts can never make a happy ending.
As the tears raced down his face to the ground, he recalled what his mother used to say.
“You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn. The strongest people out there, the ones who laughed the hardest with a genuine Smile; those are the people who have fought the toughest battles. Because they have decided that they are not going to let anything hold them down, they are showing the world who’s the boss.”
With all these words, he opened his eyes, it took almost five minutes to realise he was on the other side of the pool.