Cloudy Night

As I rushed towards them, my pleas falling on deaf ears, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and desperation. The sight of blood staining the ground beneath my feet only heightened my panic, urging me to intervene before things took a turn for the worse.
"Stop, stop! Denver, please stop!" I cried out, my voice cracking with emotion, but they remained locked in their violent struggle, oblivious to my words.
With each passing moment, my anxiety mounted, the fear of someone getting seriously hurt consuming me. The thought of the potential consequences of their actions sent shivers down my spine, propelling me into action.
Ignoring the tremble in my knees and the goosebumps on my skin, I lunged forward, grabbing hold of Daniel's collar in a desperate attempt to pull him away. But he shrugged off my grasp, his movements fueled by adrenaline as he landed another forceful blow.
The sound of his fist connecting with Denver's ribs echoed through the corridor, drawing the attention of nearby students who began to gather around us, their voices a cacophony of concern and disbelief.
"Daniel, leave him! Denver, stop it, please!" I pleaded, my voice tinged with desperation as I realized my efforts were futile. Despite my cries, they continued to exchange blows, caught up in the heat of their conflict, heedless of the chaos unfolding around them.
As I flipped a gaze around the crowd thickening around us and enjoying this action show, no one tried or dared to come forward and stop them instead they were enjoying it filming it in their smartphone. Tears began to perch up in my eyes and i started crying unconsciously. Knowing that my tears would also not impact either of them.
They kept on mingling on the cemented field of badminton court taking charge on each other until the professor came and detached their bodies entangled in fighting with each other.
"What's wrong with you guys?" I heard the professor scolding them but all of this seemed a distant noise to me as my mind drifted to my own confessions and stories of regret. Afterall, this was happening because of me. I was the culprit. If someone who need to suffer it was me and no one else.
"I would like to see you guys in my office tomorrow early in the morning!" The professor said before turning around and vanishing into the crowd.
After that the crowd began to wither slowly, the show had ended officially, the fighters were given a warning and were summoned into the court of the judge where a punishment will be announced after hearing both parties. However, taking the burden of all the guilt I stood aloofed there. When I threw a gaze on them, standing erect with their hands tied in front of their bellies they tilted their head and eyes each other hateful, suggesting that the matter hadn't solved here, it would be taken to new messes and scandals. They would not care about anyone's life, respect, and image in the college. In the rage to save their ego they would crush everything underneath their feet and told the world that they are the men, the real men who could sacrifice whatever it takes to save their own ego and would satisfy it with other tears, respect, and love.
I stepped forward to them and moved around in front of them. Their eyes were following me now and a scene visualized in front of my eyes. I tried hard to not relate both scenario but the resemblances were so uncanny that I just couldn't neglect it even if I wanted to. Me talking to a boy, while the other one was sitting behind him underneath the shade of the tree as I talked to them and listened to them.
The case had been resolved, but right now, it wasn't. It seemed like it wouldn't ever be, considering the hate I had been witnessing in their eyes.
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I reached home, the hall was drenched in darkness, everyone had slept as piercing through the darkness I walked to my room and locked its door after getting in. I didn't turn on the light as I wanted to spend some time, alone, accompanied by no one but this soothing darkness, showing me a mirror, reflecting my mistakes, regrets, and a face of myself I had never seen before.
'It was me, yes.... All of this happened just because of me.'
I pulled off the gown and hanged it on the back of the chair, and without putting on anything back, I threw my tired body on the bed. Semi-naked, draped in the shawl of darkness putting ointment on my scars and stitching the holes his love had made into my heart, I stared at the blank ceiling, as my thoughts lingered on it.
"What did I do to deserve this yet again!?" I muddled.
As I lay on my bed, the weight of the recent events pressing down on me, a sudden realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. Had I been too self-centered? Was I so focused on blaming others for my heartache that I failed to recognize my own role in it?
Questions flooded my mind, each one more probing than the last. Had I been neglecting to consider my own mistakes in relationships? Was I quick to point fingers without acknowledging my own faults?
It was a strange and unsettling realization, one that forced me to confront uncomfortable truths about myself. For so long, I had placed the blame squarely on others, never stopping to consider my own actions and their consequences.
"What have I done to myself?" I wondered aloud, the weight of self-awareness settling heavily upon me.
In the quiet of my room, with only the darkness for company, I wrestled with these newfound insights. Slowly but surely, acceptance began to dawn within me. It was me, always me, and no one else to blame for the turmoil in my life.
With a sense of clarity washing over me, I drifted into a peaceful sleep, the weight of self-realization lifting the burden from my shoulders. It was a small step, but perhaps the first towards a journey of healing and self-discovery.