The Unfinished Chapter - 92

Chapter 92

She lived her life in love

She still lives her life in love

Her feelings were, are, and forever will be true

She thought that was enough

Was it, though?

She stands at the end of a lonely road

Is it the end or the beginning?

She knew not, she cared not

She wasn't here

She was consumed by the bottomless vacuum that refused to abate

Dreary clouds part ways in the sky above

Brightness caused by sudden lightening

Thunder roared like it was a lover spurned

Like it cried as it stood and watched tiny, scattered pieces of a broken heart

It poured thundershowers like never before

Like the sky was sobbing for its lover it missed so dearly

A lover that was its life with whom it had none

The sky was lonely, the sky was nothing, no one

So, who is the sky then?

Like the sky, is she destined to look far, far into the horizon
Rejoice at the meeting of the sky and earth in that distance?

She gasped for breath, fought back a tear, closed her eyes

Just closed her eyes

This was going to be a dreamless sleep

She'd rather not dream, than have those very dream paint pictures, only to betray her

The Unfinished Chapter - 94

Chapter 94

Molten wax, burning candle, intangible patterns

She watched

Ever so quietly

Ever so still

Her tears failed betraying her this time

She listened to words strung together, producing song

Songs that she once sang

Songs that held meaning, once up on a time

Words, they are mere words now

Sung in that moment of gladness

In the heat of passion

Sung while love seduced, played a game that someone else would take

She closed her eyes, drifted away to the tune

Depth, emotions, feelings, love

She opened eyes,

Chaos in the real world failed to enchant her senses

Words, how she loved them so

How she clung to them like a lovelorn lover looking at her half for the first time in a long time

Words, beautiful words

Gladdened her heart, gave her soul wings... and then,

Stabbed her through the heart with a knife so sharp, an injury so brutal, she saw a dove cry tears of blood

Molten wax, burning candle, intangible patterns

She watched

Ever so quietly

Ever so still

The Unfinished Chapter – 96

Chapter 96

Her delicate fingers caressed the rose gently

The petals were soft, like her skin

Red like her cheeks

Her tiny finger made its way to the stalk

Pain

She noticed that the thorn tore the tip of her index finger

She saw a bright red trail of blood weave an intrinsic pattern on her hand

She bent, drew in a deep breath of the rose

Sweet

Her rosebud lips broke into a slight smile

She closed her eyes

Trance-like she danced to an unknown tune

It was new

She clutched her rose tighter still

This was one rose that enthralled her very being, twirled her as a long lost lover riding a shooting star

And with her tightened grip came more blood

As that thorn on the stalk ripped into her delicate being again… and again... and again