Red String (Under Revision)

Chapter 8

Shades of yellow, red and blue blend up in the horizon, swallowing the atmosphere, which makes the dusk more wonderful. The birds dance in the air forming a v-formation towards west. Cold whispers of wind sway the branches and leaves of trees, relaxing everyone's mood.

It is astonishing to see the people, the humans, as they care for the one they love. To tell you honestly, since the day that little girl tells me about the things she had gone through, in an instance, my eyes open in realization. I shouldn't ruin the lives of humans because they did not do anything to me. They live on their own, minding their own business. I was an asshole for doing so - break them, shatter their hearts. And now, I really feel sorry for all I have done to them. I let my anger, my anger for my mother, and my selfishness eat me that caused more damage to the innocent lives I take.

I really give thank that little girl. And I think this must be the lesson my mother told me because after the little girl's confession I am being freed from imprisonment on the statue. I am not stuck to that static cemented angel looking statue. I feel the feeling of relief. And I do not get irritated every time I see the red strings scattered around that I think I am the only one who can see it. It looks like a work of art in my eyes. I know. Everything has change - my views, my perspective in life.

Red is life.

I sit beside the statue; my left foot hangs whilst my right presses on the little space in front of me, folding my right knee; I hug my bended knee. This is now my favorite place to stay. From here, I enjoy watching every couple wishing on this pond.

As the days pass, I've overheard that the humans believe that this pond has the power to grant any wish that involves love - a wishing pond. They believe that a powerful creature specialized in love will grant their wishes.

That superstition of mortals makes me think that it might be me. I really thought so because I cannot control myself to point and release the arrows that will suddenly appear on my hands from the bow's cord to the person wishing for love and to the person fated for him or her, ever since I was trapped inside this statue beside me. But now, I know how to control myself for doing such. It is not impossible... My mother is not just the goddess of beauty but she's also the goddess of love. This must be the reason why I can see the strings and the heart floating above the heads of humans. It maybe serves as a measurement of their love, it will be filled with red which I think the representation of how much they love their special someone.

If my mother is a goddess of love and I will be the god of love, then she might also see these red strings.

"Mother," I call as I glance at the dark sky. "Is this the lesson you're referring? To be a god of love? Is this my purpose as a god?" I whisper.

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It is already seven in the evening. There are still plenty of humans enjoying their life here in the park; some are walking on the pathways under the illuminating light from the light-posts; some are sitting on the grass and benches, tickling and cuddling. For some reason, a smile paints on my lips.

I cross my legs. I am sitting on the ground, leaning my back on the pond's wall, waiting for random persons who will make their wish. I find it exciting to bond a couple after a person wishes me to do so. The feeling is incomparable.

I feel the water splashes. Someone throws a coin, someone is wishing. Yes, I can feel the movement of the water in times like this – if someone is going to make their wish. It's like I and the pond is connected.

I push my hands on my sides, gaining some force to stand on my feet. I stretch my arms, lifting my hands upward and pointing my toes on the ground. I twist my gaze as I turn my body facing the pond. A girl in a black hoodie and dark blue jeans holds her hands on her chest, eyes close, head bows.