She lay on the floor, motionless as
he stared at her. His memory was washed with the painful look on her face and
all that he could think was why he actually did what he did. The conjured
images of an imagined God appeared before him, seeking out the soul that longed
for comfort. He then realized that he only thought of his savior when
sorrow drowned him…like now. He closed his eyes and imagined what he should do
now, could do.
He
picked up the broken figure and leaned her against him. Her arms and legs
dangled; even with the help of gravity, she couldn’t stand straight and still. He held her gently and slowly pushed back the strands of hair that
covered her ears. Then he whispered into them, the wish that he wanted the
most… For a split second he could feel nothing but the desperateness within
him, then almost like a dream come true… she came back to life.
Shock and life sprang into him but something
was absolutely wrong. She pushed him away and fled as if he was a predator and
that action pained so badly that it triggered his anger. He
ran after her while she made circles around the stage. The atmosphere around
him turned out to be a set and he was dancing with her, like he last did just
before her heart got tire of beating. Her flowing blue dress caught in
his open hand and his fingers clutched the material with rage. She shrieked ...but he ignored it and clasped her hair and
brought her closer to him, forcefully. Then, with her wet tears that spilled
over him, conscience crept into his eyes. He let her breathe and she made space
between them. And in that clouded yellow light that fell on her, he saw both
love and pain. Love for she just couldn't let him or her passion go and pain
for his love turned into aggression far too soon. It reminded him of his
mistakes and how he always forced her, and wanted her so badly that he would
even kill for her…
By now they were on
the floor and she was curled up into him. Just knowing that she felt safe created
a flicker in his emotions. The grip on her tightened and she pushed him and
they both slid apart. Anger snapped once again and he repeated the same
mistakes.Force, pain, power,
lust and all the accompanying emotions hit him like a tidal wave and took
control over him. He hardly remembered what he did then, when these cruel
emotions possessed him.
When he did come to
his senses, she was away from him. Across the stage, arms hugging herself but
this time her eyes spoke out to him. Where had he gone when she needed him. Would
she dare him a second chance?
Very well written! Love your word play here :)
ReplyDeletethank you! :) this narration goes hand in hand with the song from which i drew inspiration: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall :)
ReplyDeleteyou have used the words to ur ease
ReplyDeleteawesome again !!
thank you!! :) can u give me challenges as well? i'd love developing versatility
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