My Instagram Love

Episode 36

Angered by the irrelevant messages I was seeing from her, I scrolled back down to the most recent conversation they both had and I came across a particular poem she sent to him—which I was lucky enough to be the first person who reads it. Heaving a sigh, I inhaled and exhaled fresh air again, then I started reading the message aloud:
“What is the essence of sunset, when there is no day?
Of what use is the lightning, when there is no rain?

What is the meaning of life, is it a fairy tale?”
I stopped reading it and jumped to the last two lines which says:
“The Earth itself wants me down—below six feet,

So who am I to still resist?”
I couldn’t tell what she was up to with such a strange poem, but one thing I knew for sure was that whoever this lady is would be a very deprived individual in reality. She seemed to be so depressed and in lack of someone to confide in, but that wasn’t my problem at all. It was her burden and her cross to carry all alone—not with the intervention of my very own potential husband.

Another thing I knew for sure was that my fiancé would never ever see this pitiful poem from his side chick as long as I was in control of his Instagram account for the time being. So I sent her another warning for the umpteenth time:

“You are an idiot. A very big one at that. Steer clear of my man. He’s my fiancé in case you don’t know. I’ll advise you not to start what you can’t finish, ’cause he who laughs last, laughs best. This is your final warning, Duchess_Lawlar or whatever your name is. I’d create some distance between me and Prince Charming if I were you.”
I sent it and added in another message:
“Be warned!”

After sending that too, I clicked on the meaningless poem she sent since about eight days ago, and the delete button was what followed afterwards.