Traitor #1: Lover’s Spring

It was the month where flowers bloom and their scent can be smelled anywhere, in the streets and in the morning breeze. This is the month where the sun’s ray gladly fills up everything with light. The place looks lively, glowing with light from the treetops to the ground where all the flowers that bloomed falls down to meet their deaths.
Yes, a beautiful ending, one might say.
This is what the man sitting under the tree of the blossoming white flower thought off while watching the flowers fall. One by one, each flower that blossomed would fall beautifully into the ground forced by the wind or the gravity itself like jumping to the end of their deaths.
I wished I could have made it end that way.

He hoped.
Closing his eyes and smelling the familiar scent that the flowers bring. Indeed it brings forth memories that you once had, lived and buried deep within the void of emptiness and despair. It is just memories, and at times like this, you can’t stop yourself to reminisce it.
Like today, years ago, the man saw a girl under this tree. She was young, a beauty. A rare one that can be compared to the one rare blossom that gives off an exotic scent among the other flowers.
And he was a man who wanted more. His future was already at his doorstep waiting for him to come and step forward but still, he wanted more. Greedy and vain, he knows for himself he can have more. He has more.
What is this flower compared to the one he can have? Will he choose a wild one over a well kept blossom? He had a choice.
But its enticing beauty, its alluring scent. The lust of the fresh fragrance to your nose cannot be ignored. He made a choice.
“I can smell this flower and not pick it from its tree. Let it fall down on me until it withers away and goes down to the earth as it is meant to be.”
So he did. He had the girl bring its scent to him. He would see her, smell the fragrance of love from her to him and yet not touch her. He wouldn’t dare lay his hand or finger to her. For he believe that the trace of her would wash away as easily as it goes. He can walk away from her anytime possible.
“She’s a mere flower, a wild one with no value to be kept or to be owned.”
Lie.
He can’t accept the fact that he was the one falling for the girl. He can’t be. He has more. He can have more.
And so he left.
Saying he has life he wanted to pursue and she has a future to focus herself into. And if fate permits, he would find his way back. Giving the girl chance to find more, have more.
Like him, for he could have more, he has more.
Time passed.
The flowers bloomed again.
Seeing it, smelling the scents that the flowers give away, he remembered. He knew. Flowers are beautiful wherever they came from and their scents are all the same but the one rare bloom, he will never forget.
He saw the girl. She was a beauty like before. More than pretty he thought. He pursued to have it. It was easy. He knew.
This time he’s ready.
He could imagine himself touching it, having it in his own hands. Giving it love like he never did before. This time he accepted it. It’s her. She’s more than he could ever want for a girl.
It was bliss.
She accepted him, as so he thought
For when he was about to take her, she was different.
It was a trap. The flower has thorns. It made a cut at the finger of the man who finally wants to have a touch of it and made blood spill. It made the man feel hurt, feel the pain from a beautiful flower.
And the girl said,
“You should have picked me, when I was still new and haven’t grown any thorns. For as the time pass, I have forgotten I was ever your own.”
Traitor!
You could have waited for him to come back? Your hatred made you betray the one you love. What did you do to hurt him that much?
Traitor!
You had her, but traded her for something more, that you though there are more.
Your illusions betrayed your heart. What are you called now?
Traitors.