A Round Trip To Love

The blind fortuneteller at the mouth of the alley said to me, “Your road of love is destined to be one that’s rough. You shall be forever intertwined with a man, and there won’t be a peaceful ending.”

I shoved my half-finished soda in his hands, patted myself down and left.

“Hey, you haven’t paid!” The blind fortuneteller was still madly shouting from a distance.

Are you kidding me? You couldn’t even work out whether I’m a man or woman and you still dare ask for money? I’m doing my daily good deed by not wrecking your stand.

Now, I’m sitting in a train station, disheveled and empty-handed, my face swelling like a pig’s. Recalling the blind fortuneteller’s words, I regret blowing him off with my unfinished soda. I should have given him some money. Unfortunately, I’ve been a fool up till today. My life has indeed been intertwined with a man, but I have not realised that nothing good will come out of it in the end