Tastes of Love and Loss

He was never afraid about anything. He lived life as if there was nothing to worry and was happy to live like that. He was satisfied with his current life and could ask no more because he had honey by his side now and he was happy.

‘Honey, I’m home.’

Silence. Dean quickened his pace and went from room to room in search of his honey. His sight failed to capture her image. There was no trace of her. He started feeling uneasy, but he composed himself. It was not the time to be panicked over things that could turn out to be nothing.

‘Honey? Are you playing a prank on me? Come on out, this is not funny.’

Silence invaded the air and it made Dean felt restless. It was so unlike his honey to leave home without saying a word and he was dead worried by now.

He fished for his handphone and tried reaching her just to be disappointed again by the voice of the woman in the machine. He sighed heavily, feeling defeated.

Dean crashed on the couch and lied down. He shut his eyes closed, forcing himself to calm down. He took deep breaths and savoured the blessing of free air. He could feel his tense muscles calmed a little.

If this was before honey, he’d probably be watching television or reading a Dickens’ novel or just shutting his eyes for a while, getting some rest that he always deprived of. But, this was about honey and he had no time to think or do anything else when honey was not in his embrace.

Biting his lips, crossing his fingers, he dialed her number again. Still no answer and he started to cuss himself.Honey had told him and asked him to go with her to the clinic as she was feeling unwell, but he just had to say that he was busy.

Dean smacked his own forehead hard and winced in pain. The pain travelled along his tall frame and made him felt a little bit alive.

The silence started choking the man and he felt suffocated. He didn’t like the feeling at all and it didn’t help that honey was still unreachable.

Dean pictured honey in his mind. He smiled at her beautiful figure, her lovely gaze and her warm embrace as if he could feel all that lulling him to sleep. He was quite satisfied with that little memory of her to comfort himself.

His phone suddenly rang. On the screen, it said ‘honey bunny’. Smiling, he urgently picked it up and answered it expecting it was his honey’s sweet, sugary voice to touch his hearing. However, the voice of the person on the other line made him frown in no time.