Cherish

                                    

                                          
"Dear, why are you doing this?!" a woman caterwauls on the floor.
                          
"I'm really sorry," the male apologized. "But I am really in love with her."
                          
"What about your son?!" she shrieked while a toddler clings onto her. 
                          
"Dada," he sniffles glancing up at his face. "Don't go."
                          
"I have to, son," he smiles down at the boy. "I love you very much."
                          
"If you love him then why is the reason for choosing that other woman?!" the wife sobbed at the same time points at a figure. 
                          
The man with tenderness lighting in his eyes turned to view at the ethereal lady who gave them space. She waited for him to return patiently whereas taking in the sight of a broken family that of which was caused by her presence. 
                          
He squatted low to put a hand on his wife's shoulder even though the poor woman was inconsolable. The artist knew he partook hurting his sweet wife, yet, it was not a mistake to choose this decision. 
                          
Why must love hurt when it is an emotion that allows one to soar into the bluest sky? he asked internally. 
                          
"Dearest, please do not cry over someone like myself, you deserve a better man for who can shower you with praises and constantly love you," he reassures the stunt female. 
                          
"I don't want another man besides you!" she screamed. 
                          
"Shall we leave now?" a new voice intervened. 
                          
The three of them glances at the sound of the source to come across a maiden; her pale silvery-shade eyes evoked with sadness and understanding. Another reason why he, Kirishima, fell in love with Narumi at first sight. She had a kind soul a person who wouldn't think about hurting another but his mistress must be hurting inwardly. 
                          
"Please don't take my dada," his son wailed latching onto the kimono folds.
                          
"He will never forget you, little one," she places a hand on his head. 
                          
Just then, the boy's gaze widens by the mere touch as if calmness ripples within his tiny systems. Although tears still trickle down, he looks up at his father hopelessness written in his peepers. 
                          
"Dear, please!" the woman cried in a shrill tone when he made a move. 
                          
"Please, take care of yourself and our son," he jostled a bag containing his clothes as well as writing material. 
                          
"No! come back to me!" 
                          
Shrouded by the dense woodlands the two of them walked further away from the neighbouring town when Narumi uses her mystical powers to vanish them into another land. Kirishima watches the shrubbery; a waterhole that might have had a river running through from the mountain, gnarly branches surrounding them. 
                          
"Are you alright, my love?" her melodious voice got his attention. 
                          
"Yes," he beams down at the beautiful deity. 
                          
"Let's make this our little world," she smiled before glancing at the area. 
                          
She twirls a hand in the air, a flaxen-tone beam emits from the fingertips when the landscape changes dramatically. Birds chirped in a musical cacophonous, thousands of crickets chimed in as well as frogs lend their voices. Nature was truly magnificent. The once dreary sky, now, a brilliant cerulean shade puffy white clouds drifted by. They continued to amble forward in a waist-high meadow dotted by colourful wildflowers. Every corner he spied, it was breathtaking especially for a person who enjoys penning down sappy poetry.