The Ending She Wants: A Brief

" WE KILLED THEM!"

Shunned, Raya stood there at the peephole, not daring to open the door. Minutes passed, and she didn't move an inch. Her eyes were crimson and filled with tears that could fall any time. She forced herself to not drop even a single speck of tear. She unwittingly went outside the main gates.

The fact that her own parents killed someone was killing her inside, and she didn't deny it, but the fear of losing them haunted her.  "Oh, it's Raya! How are you, my little girl? and how are Ma-Pa? Haven't seen them for a while. Tell them to come for dinner okay?" said the old lady who dwelled beside the Denis family. Poor Raya just stretched the corners of her mouth and started walking again. Raya recalled her mother singing. "Long is the journey, so hold onto the handle firmly. Days will come like gifts, see no one pushes you off the cliff. "Her mother's voice kept on ringing in her head. At this point, she was more scared and anxious about her parents more than what happened with her biological parents. Her feet took her where she had never expected to arrive.  

It read Ken's Residence, Lakewood street, Maliac. She sighed and intended to take her feet away from there when suddenly, Ken called her from his rooftop, perplexed and joyous at the same time. Ken came down only to see Raya in a heartrending and pitiful state. "What happened? Why are you like this?" Ken inquired. The girl who always appeared cheerful, energetic, and lively now had a deadpan with a cold stare to his consternation. He grabbed her by her shoulder, carefully enough to not make any mistake, and took her inside. In a house as big as his, which could easily accommodate ten people, Raya was sitting on the couch while he stood near the kitchen countertop. None of them uttered anything for hours. Though there was an absence of human voice and movement, the air in the house didn't feel eerie.

That day, the sun was waking up lazily, and the rays soon landed on Raya's athirst and sapless face. Her eyes were dozing off due to all the work they did the entire night. Her frail body somehow managed to reach the countertop where Ken was deep asleep. The rays of the sun enlivened the mysterious boy's face. Her hand unconsciously approached his face as if she wished to touch it once. Her fingers could feel the blemishes that seemed perfect to her. Her touch was more than enough to wake up a person like Ken, who was deprived of caressing his whole life. Seeing his eyes open, she attempted to take her hand back when he swiftly clutched her hand tightly. Raya wore a distinct look on her face, different since the previous night. She could feel her heart pounding. "Why did you. . you- leave me huh? I said that I'll wait for you, right? Didn't I?" "Yea-h-eh!" Raya knew she had to stop, but she didn't. A moment later, Ken said, weeping - "Grace! I like you. I still do. So, please don't leave me huh, you're the only one I have huh?" Raya couldn't keep up with him any longer. She moved him with all her might. "KEN! KENNNN! WAKE UP!!!~" yelled Raya. Ken awoke as if his ears had been pierced by her voice. He was confused to witness tears on his face. "Did you cry on me, Raya?" Listening to him almost made her flabbergast.  "As if!"

She marched out of the house like a model, making Ken smirk. But as soon as she stepped on the road, she thought to herself that she's back to square one. It was as if her time halted last night and resumed this morning. Her feet once again navigated her path as she grew more and more supraliminal.

"Will they be waiting? or Have they fled away? "She was gathering her thoughts when she faced upwards, and she could observe two shadowy and faint human figures.  Brushing her thoughts, she ran. As fast as she could. Those seconds didn't hold opinions of betraying her true parents or doubts about her present parents, but instead, there was love.  

Just love for a pair of being who cared, loved, and kept her for complimentary. The motherly love and the fatherly protection were all one-sided, and she received it all without any charge. She hugged her parents tightly, and they too grasped her. Now, the love that was once unilateral became two-way. All three sobbed and didn't speak a word.

Did she forget about her real parents? The actual parents' disappearance and her skepticism about her parent's hand in their deaths came all at once. She could neither comprehend her feelings nor be a judge and side with the evident truth at this moment.

"Am I wrong when I say that I want to save them?"