My Love for Irony

It was a dark and windy night as I walked out alone with teary-eyes. The streets were empty and all the buildings were dark with sleeping people within.

Driven by some insane sorrow that stabbed at my heart, I walked on in some unknown direction, not caring where I was or how I got there.
“How could she do that in front of me?” I said to nothing but invisible ears and shallow winds as I choked the words out through whimpers and tears. The image of my best friend curled up with her boyfriend on the couch only made me wail out loud into the night.
Then I began to run, I ran hard, fast and without reserve. I ran past every silent, dark building and they all smeared into a blur, over the empty streets as they morphed into black rivers under me. Through the shallow winds so they whirled like hurricanes past me, until I fell out of existence and into a sea of grass where I found myself staring up at a cathedral of stars.

I was in the park and I thought about her. I thought about all the things we went through, how I listened, and helped her with everything she needed. I remember how she would tell me things that she would not tell her boyfriend. The trust she put into me that I did not betray and to this day I still wouldn’t.

I felt abandoned and used. Every part of me hated her and wanted to kill her. Then came forth a happy laughter from somewhere near the street where I laid. With much effort I lifted my weary head and spied a happy googol-eyed couple, laughing and flaunting to the world what they had. Enjoying their peace with each other as I began to cry, because all I wanted was just that. If not with my friend then with someone else, I could not seem to find anyone, but her. Who would accept me?

The male went to kneel down and propose to the woman.

“Will you marry me?” He said happily.

“Yes!” she said with a joyful shout.

The man slipped a three-karat, diamond ring gently onto her finger. At this moment my sorrow was replaced with a happier thought; I will find someone for me. The happy couple danced into the night, eager to spend the rest of their lives together. Just then a bus came from out of the darkness of the streets and smashes the couple into little bleeding parts and kept on going without stopping. On the ground lie the diamond engagement ring and the woman’s ring finger. And I turned around wondering if I should do any thing, but feeling to shaken up to think, from trying not to laugh and scream,  I figured it was time to make the journey home.