Secrets <><><><> Chapter Seven

Tim got up and walked outside to the yard, leaving everyone in the room in awe. The breeze, the bright morning sun, the big, juicy pears on the tree, none of then now could bring him the solitary peace he had always yearned for. In fact, he was internally in uproar. He looked around and tried to understand how it was possible for him not having any feeling for nature he always admired so much. The morning had begun its glory; the sun had risen in east, and a part of it now was hidden behind a small plantation of pine trees about a quarter of a mile from where he stood. Nevertheless, its ray reached unlimitedly across, and they fell on the stillness of bunch of trees. Those rays penetrated the leaves, threw light on the trunks of the trees. From where he stood, the leaves seemed almost blue color and above them in the white sky, the sun imparted a trace of glowing colors.

He sat on the garden chair filled with melancholy, yet clear thoughts. He realized for the first time the distance which was separating him from everyone, especially Rosa, whom he had discovered his profound and confused feeling for her only this morning. He was not sure when he would die or take his own life, but he was certain that the gap between Rosa and he would deepen as time would pass. He foresaw the happy family, united by fate and hate, struggling to make sense of everything, striving to connect again and forever, attempting to tie the lose ends, things that in the first place had caused all these disasters. But one thing he was certain of, like a mother's intuition, very certain, that Rosa was not infected. He had made sure of that.

He, no longer wanted to repress himself. Everything was clear like water. A force was risen in him that he treasured it. Now he valued life which was not his, civilization which was precious, and nature which was fruitful. Yes, all of these were now important. He pulled a branch of the pearl tree close to him where he was sitting and took one pearl and looked at it. How beautiful! He cut a piece of it with his teeth like an angry animal, and tasted the sweet pearl in his mouth. All these treasures in world were requirements for life, for prosperity. He was only a second, a small cell in the life of universe. He did not matter. He knew know that he had no right to indulge himself in the great satisfaction of his own personal egoism. Yes, everything was now clear.

To Be Continued