Fool

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow that illuminated the path ahead. Mia took a final glance at Hara and her husband, against the backdrop of her friend's home. Make sure they are safe at all cost Mia commanded with tears welled in her eyes as she turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. She knew they had to be safe, and that knowledge propelled her forward, even as her spirit felt tethered to the warmth of their presence.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Mia inhaled deeply, trying to steady her racing heart. The engine roared to life, a sound that was both comforting and jarring. She shifted into gear and drove toward the main road, her mind swirling with thoughts of Peter, who was waiting for her. But as she navigated the familiar streets, a sight on the roadside caught her eye, sending a jolt of recognition through her.

There stood Sara, her former friend, seemingly lost and desperate, speaking animatedly into her phone. The sight of her ignited a fire within Mia, a mix of anger and disbelief. What is she doing here? Mia thought, her blood boiling as she slapped the steering wheel. The memories of their friendship, now tainted by betrayal, rushed back, and she fought to compose herself. But the effort was fruitless; the fury bubbled over, and she felt herself spiraling.

Mia's instinct was to drive past, to ignore Sara and the turmoil she had caused in her life. But the sight of Sara, alone and vulnerable in the cold night, gnawed at her conscience. She hesitated, her foot hovering above the accelerator. The internal battle raged on, but ultimately, her sense of decency prevailed. With a heavy sigh, she pulled over, her heart pounding as she placed a mask over her face—an emotional barrier to shield her from the past.

As she restarted the engine and sped off, she glanced in the rearview mirror to see Sara looking bewildered, her arm raised in a futile attempt to flag her down. Why didn't she stop? Sara must have thought, frustration evident in her posture. Mia felt a pang of guilt, but the pride that had driven her away was a powerful force. She couldn't help but berate herself for even considering stopping for someone who had once been so close yet had hurt her so deeply.

The night air was cold and biting, and as Mia drove further away, she could almost hear the echoes of Sara's pleas. No one stops to help a helpless lady, Sara must have thought, her voice tinged with desperation. But Mia couldn't linger on that thought; she had to reach Peter. The urgency of her mission drowned out the whispers of her conscience.

Yet, as she drove, the gnawing guilt became unbearable. Mia's pride was a double-edged sword, and it cut deep. With a sudden resolve, she turned the car around, her heart racing as she signaled for Sara to enter. The moment Sara rushed in, her words spilled out in a torrent, a mix of relief and anxiety. But Mia remained silent, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, the trees blurring into dark shadows.

They arrived at a petrol station, the fluorescent lights flickering ominously in the night. Mia brought the car to a sudden stop, the force of it rattling both women. She turned to Sara, who was still trying to catch her breath, but the words that hung in the air were stifled by Mia's indifference. Instead, she focused on the trees outside, their stark outlines a reminder of her own tangled emotions.

As Sara stepped out of the car, Mia felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her. The anger that had fueled her earlier began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of confusion and regret. Why did I help her? she thought, cursing herself under her breath. Mia, you're a stupid fool, she muttered, the words echoing in the confines of her mind. How dare you help your enemy?

The night felt heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Mia took a moment to gather her breath, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts. She had once considered Sara a friend, and now, the very thought of it felt like a betrayal to herself. But as she glanced back at Sara, who was now standing alone in the harsh light of the petrol station, a flicker of empathy ignited within her.

Mia realized that the lines between friend and foe were often blurred, especially in the chaos of life. Perhaps, in this moment, she had a choice: to let anger consume her or to extend a hand, even if it was to someone who had once hurt her. As she drove away from the petrol station, the weight on her heart began to lift slightly. It was a small victory, but it was a step toward healing—a step toward reclaiming her sense of self in a world that often felt unforgiving.

 Mia's Pov;

Life was not merely about the choices we make but also about the grace we extend to others, even when it is undeserved. As the road stretched out before her, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within—a hope that perhaps, just perhaps, she could find peace in the chaos of her heart.

Mama am on my way her voice light as she drove off to reach out Peter.

End of Mia's Pov.