Light, prolonged
春分 [29] / [33]
After a few labouring minutes, the situation cleared. A clerk helped the woman stand up on her feet. She seemed about to faint soon. Alexander observed her face. That brutally bloodstained face was then seen by Alexander. It was Violet. The fat woman kept yelling at her, pointing her finger still like an angry bull.
“Whore! Cunt! Disgusting bitch! How dare You! How dare to seduce my husband!”
That middle-aged guy was actually the owner of the place. But Violet had not worked there. She had been acquainted with him for months, and he had bought sex with her once before. He was the richest and oldest guy Violet had ever been with. As soon as Alexander refused to buy her things, Violet contacted him, and established an adulterous relationship with him. The guy offered everything she wanted, in exchange for her fully servicing him enough to satisfy his old desires. His rich wife had suspicions of her husband's affair, and hired a private investigator, making him trail them. So as soon as she got the notice of where and what room they were in, she could chased them, fueled by indignation.
Violet had to stay in the hospital for a few days. He visited her twice or three times while she was there. She pleaded with Alexander face to face, and through messages and phone calls, saying she would never cheat on him again, ever. And she would get a real job, and leave his house, taking responsibility for her own life. Alexander maintained relations with her after she was independent from him. She got a normal job, and began to earn money. It was a peaceful time, at least on the surface.
He was ambivalent about leaving her or protecting her. His deepening conflict made him constantly feel exhausted, evasive, neglected.
<White shadow>
At the mouth of road twilight thickens,
listening to with my ears which withered by all day,
there's the sound of dusk being moved.
Was I bright enough
to hear the sounds of footsteps?
Now foolishly after I realized everything
I sent back countless versions of myself, in agony, to the native place
who was in deep of my heart for a long time,
white shadows disappear quietly
into the darkness in the corner of the street.
White shadows
White shadows those I loved and missed fondly so much,
After I resent my everything
turned the alleyway forlornly,
came back to my room being dyed like twilight
Like a mature sheep with deep convictions
let us just graze vacantly all day long.
