A billionaire's love {Falling for the Billioanire}

That was it, that was how it was going to be now, a swollen face and an ice pack to walk about wherever she went, oh and shades, big fat shades are fashionable now. Though her eyes were barely open, she still had to keep them covered, you know, so people don't come up with twenty questions at sight. But, if you think her broken lips and back pain were bad, you should see the other guy, he was broken to the teeth, legs bending in an irregular fashion, eyes gouged out of their sockets, blood flowing like the Nile and screams as loud as a woman in labors.

I guess I liked it, the thought that those who fought back were meant to win, always.

Diana believed in a lot of things but running away was not one of them. She spent most of her days wishing she had a penis to carry around in the name of privilege and unspoken justice, "the world respect only penises" she would say whenever the frustration of her fails came in. I guess my friend was certain that it was easier there, at least she did not have to sit out a few days a month to rid herself of children unwanted. I'm certain she wouldn't say it that way, but I'm a man and I'm naive when it comes to this part of the topic that is Diana. The other guy, oh that guy had it coming alright, I was forced to believe that in time, if you fought hard enough, you would eventually get them back and the holy trinity will bring peace down on us all -those who fought back. He was at least the biggest terror in the state of mind that I had groomed for this story, the one from Diana's mouth and every day I wished I had a big gun, no, a flame thrower to burn down that rat fuck. But like the horrible things as aforesaid, they were all in my head. And he would hit her again and again until she learned to run away.

Today, we are sat at the concrete boulevard, no, it's not a real place, at least not the name. we'd sit and walk and sit and walk and run till it was late and no one would bother us, "I'm glad you shared this place with me" she said gazing at the sunset dreamlessly, "I have been careful enough not to share this place with anyone else who does not know about it" her dreamless eyes were now tired and her black round patch was sagging. Yes, she wore an eye patch to cover it today, it was fashionable, it was cool. "What will you do Diana?" Diana wasn't one to express her plans, she wasn't alive like that, to her, life had to go on and it did not matter how. "I don't know Paul, you tell me." She turned, "what would you do?" she was in pretty bad shape, she moved slowly and unsteadily and not without a pain-filled moan, "what would you have me do?"

Now, here lies a man who knew nothing about women but one, I knew nothing at all and at times I wasn't willing to know, if it did not bother me, if it was not happening to me, there was no need to say a word, "uhm, I couldn't" Diana took off her patch, it was about to get heated "you couldn't what, help me, tell me what to do?" they never end well, conversations with desperate people, they never see it and I wasn't seeing it, she was desperate, I was desperate, I knew it, but she did not know that, she was not a fragile person, she was just confused, always.

Her red eyes were lit brightly by the piercing rays of the setting sun, I wondered for a second how something so injured turned out to be so precious, I looked around, we were alone, drenched in the glory of the setting sun, the puddles around us were evaporating and I could hear the silence throwing me away from the ruckus that was happening near me. "This is not one of those times where you don't say anything Paul, I need your help" the sunset was not pretty anymore "I'm sorry Diana, this conversation had been had too many times between us, I am sure you have had it with yourself. I will not try to change your mind this time." I could hear the silence again for a soft second before she broke out crying, her tears ran fast and sure and I watched without a word knowing that her tears did not come because of the help she did not get from me, I knew then, that it was because she was now convinced of what to do and it was not going to be easy for her. "I still love him."

"I know," I said nodding and counting the stones in front of me, this wide-open space that I had become largely uncomfortable to bare, I felt like I was locked up in a small closet with a loud dog that would not shut it. I hate criers, babies, people- men and women, it just did not make any sense how much people cried on their own decisions. It made no sense whatsoever, but I am one of the good ones, I gave her a hug and pat her waterworks down.

I believe people don't know what they want, it is easier to be told what to do, they don't have a choice, they don't want it and that's fine, the break of it comes from how well they crumble at the edge of the cliff for which they ran to. But then again, can you fault them? You basically put shit in their mouths, and they take it for sure, drink a little of it in celebration and all the while preaching that they deserve better. I love it, I love watching them whinge over ruined milk, but I am people too and I know just how they all feel.

Some of us may never take responsibility for it, I know this, she knew it and that's why it was her decision to make alone.