The young man returned to his home as he would when much time had passed through night.
The streets emptied, the birds asleep.
Through all these signs of inactivity he found the world at its fullest.
Strip away all that made it seem lively, one would come to understand what is liveliness in the first place.
He sat at his table, as he normally would. Lit a cigarette, as he normally do.
Another long day, he thought, as he poured himself a drink.
The young man and his drink held a special bond together. Without it, his mind would fluctuate much too quickly to find comfort in the moonlight. Without his inner silence he would not have heard the whispers in the night wind- the soothing, gentle lullaby. Sometimes it just takes his breath away, when on other nights its a siren of warning.
The silence, darkness and cold of the night makes one reach a degree of loneliness no child had ever thought possible. We fear it. One would need to embrace the elements. Conquer one's own fears. Only then can one begin to find comfort in their fears.
He sat in silence, and kept his senses open, as he had done since the beginning.
The absence of light was not the one that made him lonely- sunlight made it seem as if he was not.
The cold was not the one that made him lost and confused- warmth made it seem as though he was not.
The night winds however, had always whispered their words of encouragement.
"You won't understand the truth by living a life depending on the false" they breezed.
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
Monday, 1 September 2008
Darkness Eternia~ 01
Sight.
His eyes? You mean there's more of you?
"Maybe." he said. "I can't say- and not because i don't want to."
So.....?
"Well, you see..." He trailed off, obviously feeling uncomfortable, "I don't feel like it."
Same thing.
The boy stared at him- but not into his eyes. No, he could only stare at his cheeks, or eyebrows. Meeting such a gaze is was unbearable. One would feel as exposed as a mad individual doing gymnastics naked in the middle of a bustling city rush hour, and being on live international television at the same time.
The eyes draw in everything. Nothing was spared. Not even your thoughts, let alone your wildest fantasies.
"This would go alot faster if you accept the fact that you can not hide anything from me."
I know.
"So what's left to do?" he asked. Knowing well of the answer and knowing full well that it is already in the boy's head. He asked confidently. He's already seen the answer.
Against one as such, the answer can only be honesty.
So, must have a really good vision...?
"Hah! You're starting to loosen up. I like that. Now we have a better chance at getting things to go along"
I wasn't cracking a joke.
The boy stopped to study the situation. There he was siting on a public bench of a shopping district, mining his own business, and here comes the eyes of god.
"Don't use that word, friend. Let's just say you're sitting next to sight itself- or vision. I'd prefer either of those against the... well..." he looked around as if obviously starting to feel uncomfortable even saying it, "Eyes of God".
But you said-
"I said you can consider me to be his eyes. But i'm not, the erm.... "
...Eyes of God said the boy. Loud and clear.
"All right, all right. Just give me a break there." He said. Fidgeting his leg and constantly looking around. "I'm not supposed to be here all day"
What are you and what can you see? Asked the boy.
"Everything." said the man, "as everything as anything that has any shred of everything-ness that you can possibly think about, and more."
Including words in my head.
"I am sight and vision. Master of the perspectives. I see what is real and what is not- i see more than you can possibly imagine." he said. Excited that this meeting had finally progressed. "I can see every single ant that crawls on the other side of this Earth, but even more than that, i can see each ray of light that ever escaped the sun itself..." He paused, took a deep breath, "...and all other stars in the multiverse."
The boy understood that this is not even human at all, but more importantly, this creature had absolutely no reason to tell lies.
Must be such a burden he thought.
"But that is not all. I've only told you the extent of what i can see that is real, and believe me young child, reality is the very least of what my sight grants me. What you want an explanation of, is what i can see, and let me tell you that the world is much more filled with what is unreal as compared to reality."
I don't see the point in seeing so much of what is not real.
"Ahah!" he cracked a smile. "That's funny. I know its not intentional. But i still find it funny"
Avoid talking about or even using the word "see".
The man raised a finger, and pointed towards a group of children playing together.
"Those children. What do you see?"
The boy set his gaze on the children. Little boys having fun. They can't be more than 10 years of age. Put a group of boys together to play, what else would they do? They'll pretend to fight. They would run around and pretend to attack each other with invisible swords or shields or guns and the only way you could tell if it hits would be from the sound effects they shout out upon the make-believe impact.
"You'll be surprised at how much you can learn from studying children. If you want to know what humanity is all about- study the really young and the really old. The in-betweens will only break your faith."
The boy looked at the children and wondered what he was suposed to see.
"Why i chose those children" said the man, interrupting his chain of thoughts, "was to show you exactly what you don't see."
But you do?
The boy didn't see it, but he knew the man was giving him a look. The kind one gets for saying something ridiculous.
"What you don't see is what is not real. the swords they hold, the guns, the bullets it fires. Strain your eyes infinitely and you won't even see a speck of its hilt. That girl wishes she has wings of pure white- the kind that holds its own inner glow. Her fantasy makes her float through the crowd in mine eyes. A beautiful dream. She has beautiful wings."
He paused for a moment.
"Time" He snapped, "time is not as real as reality, but more real than fantasy."
The boy was struggling to hold all this information in.
"The boy with the blue flaming sword- the one on the right by the way- has a noble heart that he achieved at the age of 25. At 28 he will die from trying to save a little girl from being kidnapped in Spain. He did a lot of good before he died, i can even see the good he would do had he not died on that day."
The boy looked at the child. He knew what he heard was fact, and sadness swept through him.
What happened to the girl?
"Nothing good. I will spare the details. Unlike your human heart, mine does not feel anguish." replied the man. Short and brief.
"But i digress. It is time for the big question of the day-"
Why are you here.
"Unlike that young dreamer over there," he pointed at the young lady and paused for a victorious grin, "your wings are real, and being one who sees all, I am here because of your future."
His eyes? You mean there's more of you?
"Maybe." he said. "I can't say- and not because i don't want to."
So.....?
"Well, you see..." He trailed off, obviously feeling uncomfortable, "I don't feel like it."
Same thing.
The boy stared at him- but not into his eyes. No, he could only stare at his cheeks, or eyebrows. Meeting such a gaze is was unbearable. One would feel as exposed as a mad individual doing gymnastics naked in the middle of a bustling city rush hour, and being on live international television at the same time.
The eyes draw in everything. Nothing was spared. Not even your thoughts, let alone your wildest fantasies.
"This would go alot faster if you accept the fact that you can not hide anything from me."
I know.
"So what's left to do?" he asked. Knowing well of the answer and knowing full well that it is already in the boy's head. He asked confidently. He's already seen the answer.
Against one as such, the answer can only be honesty.
So, must have a really good vision...?
"Hah! You're starting to loosen up. I like that. Now we have a better chance at getting things to go along"
I wasn't cracking a joke.
The boy stopped to study the situation. There he was siting on a public bench of a shopping district, mining his own business, and here comes the eyes of god.
"Don't use that word, friend. Let's just say you're sitting next to sight itself- or vision. I'd prefer either of those against the... well..." he looked around as if obviously starting to feel uncomfortable even saying it, "Eyes of God".
But you said-
"I said you can consider me to be his eyes. But i'm not, the erm.... "
...Eyes of God said the boy. Loud and clear.
"All right, all right. Just give me a break there." He said. Fidgeting his leg and constantly looking around. "I'm not supposed to be here all day"
What are you and what can you see? Asked the boy.
"Everything." said the man, "as everything as anything that has any shred of everything-ness that you can possibly think about, and more."
Including words in my head.
"I am sight and vision. Master of the perspectives. I see what is real and what is not- i see more than you can possibly imagine." he said. Excited that this meeting had finally progressed. "I can see every single ant that crawls on the other side of this Earth, but even more than that, i can see each ray of light that ever escaped the sun itself..." He paused, took a deep breath, "...and all other stars in the multiverse."
The boy understood that this is not even human at all, but more importantly, this creature had absolutely no reason to tell lies.
Must be such a burden he thought.
"But that is not all. I've only told you the extent of what i can see that is real, and believe me young child, reality is the very least of what my sight grants me. What you want an explanation of, is what i can see, and let me tell you that the world is much more filled with what is unreal as compared to reality."
I don't see the point in seeing so much of what is not real.
"Ahah!" he cracked a smile. "That's funny. I know its not intentional. But i still find it funny"
Avoid talking about or even using the word "see".
The man raised a finger, and pointed towards a group of children playing together.
"Those children. What do you see?"
The boy set his gaze on the children. Little boys having fun. They can't be more than 10 years of age. Put a group of boys together to play, what else would they do? They'll pretend to fight. They would run around and pretend to attack each other with invisible swords or shields or guns and the only way you could tell if it hits would be from the sound effects they shout out upon the make-believe impact.
"You'll be surprised at how much you can learn from studying children. If you want to know what humanity is all about- study the really young and the really old. The in-betweens will only break your faith."
The boy looked at the children and wondered what he was suposed to see.
"Why i chose those children" said the man, interrupting his chain of thoughts, "was to show you exactly what you don't see."
But you do?
The boy didn't see it, but he knew the man was giving him a look. The kind one gets for saying something ridiculous.
"What you don't see is what is not real. the swords they hold, the guns, the bullets it fires. Strain your eyes infinitely and you won't even see a speck of its hilt. That girl wishes she has wings of pure white- the kind that holds its own inner glow. Her fantasy makes her float through the crowd in mine eyes. A beautiful dream. She has beautiful wings."
He paused for a moment.
"Time" He snapped, "time is not as real as reality, but more real than fantasy."
The boy was struggling to hold all this information in.
"The boy with the blue flaming sword- the one on the right by the way- has a noble heart that he achieved at the age of 25. At 28 he will die from trying to save a little girl from being kidnapped in Spain. He did a lot of good before he died, i can even see the good he would do had he not died on that day."
The boy looked at the child. He knew what he heard was fact, and sadness swept through him.
What happened to the girl?
"Nothing good. I will spare the details. Unlike your human heart, mine does not feel anguish." replied the man. Short and brief.
"But i digress. It is time for the big question of the day-"
Why are you here.
"Unlike that young dreamer over there," he pointed at the young lady and paused for a victorious grin, "your wings are real, and being one who sees all, I am here because of your future."
Friday, 25 July 2008
Dreamweaver 010 - The Immortals II~
The old man stood and walked closer.
He moved slowly, as the elderly do.
But with each step, he moved faster.
With each step, he seemed younger.
Can't trust my own eyes anymore.
The old man wore an old grey robe, which danced with the winds.
A robe that seemed worn by the elements for decades maybe.
Yet with each step the robe grew darker.
Fight.......flee...
Let's wait and see.
The old man is now half way towards his journey.
That's a bit too close for comfort.
My eyes are definitely not failing.
It almost seemed as if he sensed the uncertainty and paranoia,
Since the next movement he made to share the same bench flowed like a river,
But without the sense of time.
He was halfway to his destination, yet at the same time he had also reached it.
Time stood still yet it burned through.
What on earth is this?
"I am everywhere" He said.
The old man- no, this man can't even be more than 25! is now sitting on the same bench. His grey robe appears to be more of a black hooded jacket, a material so dark it could only be matched by his own trousers. Modern in every way that is definitely not what a tattered grey robe would be.
"I am Sight and also Vision" He continued.
The silence hung in the air like a note-
Are you... a God?
Seeming to have expected the question, his reply was brief.
"Heavens no."
He sat on the bench, for comfort, and crossed his legs.
Looking up to the skies he said, "But I suppose you can say I'm his eyes"
He moved slowly, as the elderly do.
But with each step, he moved faster.
With each step, he seemed younger.
Can't trust my own eyes anymore.
The old man wore an old grey robe, which danced with the winds.
A robe that seemed worn by the elements for decades maybe.
Yet with each step the robe grew darker.
Fight.......flee...
Let's wait and see.
The old man is now half way towards his journey.
That's a bit too close for comfort.
My eyes are definitely not failing.
It almost seemed as if he sensed the uncertainty and paranoia,
Since the next movement he made to share the same bench flowed like a river,
But without the sense of time.
He was halfway to his destination, yet at the same time he had also reached it.
Time stood still yet it burned through.
What on earth is this?
"I am everywhere" He said.
The old man- no, this man can't even be more than 25! is now sitting on the same bench. His grey robe appears to be more of a black hooded jacket, a material so dark it could only be matched by his own trousers. Modern in every way that is definitely not what a tattered grey robe would be.
"I am Sight and also Vision" He continued.
The silence hung in the air like a note-
Are you... a God?
Seeming to have expected the question, his reply was brief.
"Heavens no."
He sat on the bench, for comfort, and crossed his legs.
Looking up to the skies he said, "But I suppose you can say I'm his eyes"
Monday, 14 July 2008
Dreamweaver 009 - The Game~
"I fold." Said one.
That's one down.
Now its just me and him. Or her. Can't really tell from the lighting.
I think it's the lighting.
Our eyes met.
I braced myself.
"I raise another 50" it said.
Shit. I've got nothing.
It's been on a winning streak.
A streak the entire table knows i'm not following.
I'm in, and i'll raise another 30.
It grinned. Maybe I was too obvious.
"Bad pokerface boy" it said.
That's what i heard anyway.
But its lips moved a different word.
It's lips..
It said "Your wings flinched"
He can see them.
And that's around the time i realised how hot the room was.
That's one down.
Now its just me and him. Or her. Can't really tell from the lighting.
I think it's the lighting.
Our eyes met.
I braced myself.
"I raise another 50" it said.
Shit. I've got nothing.
It's been on a winning streak.
A streak the entire table knows i'm not following.
I'm in, and i'll raise another 30.
It grinned. Maybe I was too obvious.
"Bad pokerface boy" it said.
That's what i heard anyway.
But its lips moved a different word.
It's lips..
It said "Your wings flinched"
He can see them.
And that's around the time i realised how hot the room was.
Dreamweaver 008 - The Immortals~
There we were.
Sitting on the public bench.
Opposite sides of the circle.
Facing one another.
That old man's been staring at me for quite sometime now...
It's strange though, the more i look at him the deeper his eyes seem.
Almost...hollow.
No wait.
Deeper than hollow. It draws one in.
It only took a moment before one feels pulled in.
I caught myself and pulled to reality.
He saw it all... and even smiled.
The bastard.
The eye that reflects the absoluteness of nothing is in fact just drawing in.
That is what it feels like anyway.
And he knows it.
The bastard.
Sitting on the public bench.
Opposite sides of the circle.
Facing one another.
That old man's been staring at me for quite sometime now...
It's strange though, the more i look at him the deeper his eyes seem.
Almost...hollow.
No wait.
Deeper than hollow. It draws one in.
It only took a moment before one feels pulled in.
I caught myself and pulled to reality.
He saw it all... and even smiled.
The bastard.
The eye that reflects the absoluteness of nothing is in fact just drawing in.
That is what it feels like anyway.
And he knows it.
The bastard.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Dreamweaver 007 - The blessing~
Tell me again, how you fell from the stars,
Tell me again, how you caught me
Tell me again, how you heard my call,
Tell me again, how you need me
Tell me again, how i took you for granted,
Tell me again, how you regret it
I will tell you how you made me a man-
It was the first day that you left me.
At first there was the loneliness,
And along came the sorrow,
My strength came from my world,
The one you left hollow.
A weapon with nothing to protect,
Will quickly rust and crumble,
A proud armor with nothing to shield,
Will eventually be humbled.
I gave you the world my love,
But i could have given more.
I will return to you my love,
And you shall have me till i'm raw.
I need you to protect me,
To honour and uphold me.
I need you to love me,
I need you to need me.
I see our love go deeper,
In the way we're caressing.
You are my keeper,
And you are my blessing.
Tell me again, how you caught me
Tell me again, how you heard my call,
Tell me again, how you need me
Tell me again, how i took you for granted,
Tell me again, how you regret it
I will tell you how you made me a man-
It was the first day that you left me.
At first there was the loneliness,
And along came the sorrow,
My strength came from my world,
The one you left hollow.
A weapon with nothing to protect,
Will quickly rust and crumble,
A proud armor with nothing to shield,
Will eventually be humbled.
I gave you the world my love,
But i could have given more.
I will return to you my love,
And you shall have me till i'm raw.
I need you to protect me,
To honour and uphold me.
I need you to love me,
I need you to need me.
I see our love go deeper,
In the way we're caressing.
You are my keeper,
And you are my blessing.
Friday, 14 September 2007
Dreamweaver 006 - The Muse
You seem to appear less frequently, Muse.
"I appear only when called"
But I have called upon you countless...
"There is a great difference between calling me- and thinking you are calling me"
How annoying
"You call me with your intentions, but i am called by your soul."
"I appear only when called"
But I have called upon you countless...
"There is a great difference between calling me- and thinking you are calling me"
How annoying
"You call me with your intentions, but i am called by your soul."
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Dreamweaver 005 - The Retired Slayer
"I'm going to jump"
He stares to the void in front of him.
I'm the only one up here. They'll put me for murder.
"Well, go back inside then."
Nah, if you are going to do it, i'll watch from here.
They sat in contemplative silence.
Wow. 30 floors down. Wonder what he'll look like when he hits it.
"You heard what he said. I'm apparently just an embarassment to his existance"
Yea. Some form of refraint could be used there.
"Highly unlikely. I think he said what was to be said, in the manner it needed to be said in"
Well your father's quite known to be the one that says the dumbest things. Most of the time it sounds like you got disowned, this time it just seemed more convincing.
Not much of a difference today. You and your dad had a row, i'm here to ease the tension, and one way or the other, this will end. Not the first time eh? We lost count.
Except this time we're on a ledge 30 floors up.
I know there's more to it than him.
I know you want it to end.
But you must understand, you're looking for a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
"Sounds like a good deal to me"
"That man had nothing to say to me. He just wanted to make sure he embarassed me in front of everyone."
I know. We all knew. No one is holding it against you.
But some form of restraint could be used here as well
"Give me one good reason not to do this."
Hah
You'll be the ugliest thing at your own funeral.
"Heh. You're a bastard man."
I know.
"All right then. Got something to smoke?"
He stares to the void in front of him.
I'm the only one up here. They'll put me for murder.
"Well, go back inside then."
Nah, if you are going to do it, i'll watch from here.
They sat in contemplative silence.
Wow. 30 floors down. Wonder what he'll look like when he hits it.
"You heard what he said. I'm apparently just an embarassment to his existance"
Yea. Some form of refraint could be used there.
"Highly unlikely. I think he said what was to be said, in the manner it needed to be said in"
Well your father's quite known to be the one that says the dumbest things. Most of the time it sounds like you got disowned, this time it just seemed more convincing.
Not much of a difference today. You and your dad had a row, i'm here to ease the tension, and one way or the other, this will end. Not the first time eh? We lost count.
Except this time we're on a ledge 30 floors up.
I know there's more to it than him.
I know you want it to end.
But you must understand, you're looking for a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
"Sounds like a good deal to me"
"That man had nothing to say to me. He just wanted to make sure he embarassed me in front of everyone."
I know. We all knew. No one is holding it against you.
But some form of restraint could be used here as well
"Give me one good reason not to do this."
Hah
You'll be the ugliest thing at your own funeral.
"Heh. You're a bastard man."
I know.
"All right then. Got something to smoke?"
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Dreamweaver 004 - The Fishes in the Bowl~
"Don't come near me" she said.
She glared.
Her gaze sharpened.
Frail, she shivered.
There's so much anger in her.
"One step closer, and i will do it".
She must know what trust is.
Then i will be the one to teach her.
He took another step.
Her grip tightened around her blade.
I won't tell you to calm down.
I won't waste any more words on you.
He takes another step.
And she takes aim.
Gently, to cause no alarm, he places his hands on her shoulders.
"Let me go" she says.
But he refused to listen.
The tip of her blade presses against his chest.
"You should not lay a hand on me"
He looked her in the eyes,
This i can do for you
She trembles as his hands slid down her arms,
and traced the arch of her back.
"Please don't do this..."
He pulls her closer, gently, and caresses his cheek against hers,
as the blade finally penetrated his skin.
The warmth of his body, his blood on her hands...
One of us will lose their resolve.
"It won't be me..."
I pray to God that what you do is true.
If i chose not to believe, then you will truly have no one.
He draws her closer, and the blade thrusts deeper...
"Why are you doing this?"
If you're resolve is true, let me be the one to uphold it.
If this is the burden you carry, let me help you bear it.
Let me uphold you.
"But i may be wrong-"
Too late
He pulls her near, and his strength began to weaken.
At this point, the last thing i want to hear from you is doubts in your actions.
His legs began to falter, and he slowly falls to the ground.
I give you, myself. Abuse it and you shall never feel this privileged again.
His vision began to blur,
His senses began to dim.
His grip began to loosen,
His consciousness fades away.
The only thing i can hold on to now, is the scent of your hair.
And they held each other close. With only the stars as their witnesses.
Their miniscule warm gaze observed from a distance,
As how we do fishes in a bowl.
She glared.
Her gaze sharpened.
Frail, she shivered.
There's so much anger in her.
"One step closer, and i will do it".
She must know what trust is.
Then i will be the one to teach her.
He took another step.
Her grip tightened around her blade.
I won't tell you to calm down.
I won't waste any more words on you.
He takes another step.
And she takes aim.
Gently, to cause no alarm, he places his hands on her shoulders.
"Let me go" she says.
But he refused to listen.
The tip of her blade presses against his chest.
"You should not lay a hand on me"
He looked her in the eyes,
This i can do for you
She trembles as his hands slid down her arms,
and traced the arch of her back.
"Please don't do this..."
He pulls her closer, gently, and caresses his cheek against hers,
as the blade finally penetrated his skin.
The warmth of his body, his blood on her hands...
One of us will lose their resolve.
"It won't be me..."
I pray to God that what you do is true.
If i chose not to believe, then you will truly have no one.
He draws her closer, and the blade thrusts deeper...
"Why are you doing this?"
If you're resolve is true, let me be the one to uphold it.
If this is the burden you carry, let me help you bear it.
Let me uphold you.
"But i may be wrong-"
Too late
He pulls her near, and his strength began to weaken.
At this point, the last thing i want to hear from you is doubts in your actions.
His legs began to falter, and he slowly falls to the ground.
I give you, myself. Abuse it and you shall never feel this privileged again.
His vision began to blur,
His senses began to dim.
His grip began to loosen,
His consciousness fades away.
The only thing i can hold on to now, is the scent of your hair.
And they held each other close. With only the stars as their witnesses.
Their miniscule warm gaze observed from a distance,
As how we do fishes in a bowl.
Monday, 21 May 2007
Dreamweaver 003 - The Broken Wing
"I don't think i can take it anymore"
She's changed...
Her voice shivers, her smile broken,
and her gaze seems to go deep into empty space, so deep and far away that no light could ever reach it again.
She's changed.
Damage done, problem solved and life goes on
"Where were you all this time?"
Problem not solved. No, this is different
"I shouldn't... blame you for not preventing my mistakes"
Standing behind her while she sits curled on the edge of the roof, i set my eyes on her wild frenzied hair. Purple, i think. Streaks of purple and red. That's what it used to be long ago. I couldn't tell from the light- or the lack of it.
Why didn't you call on the others?
She froze just for a second. Her frail naked body had been shivering from the cold winds this entire time.
"They're not you"
Any one of us could stop him from beating you
I looked up to the clouds. Looks like rain. Smells like soon.
Time to move on. He's back in the room, tied to a chair.
She can settle this from here.
"Please take me with you..."
I stopped.
Its done, little angel.
She was such a strong girl before. Not someone who couldn't take a beating.
This isn't the first abusive boyfriend of hers. Something's different.
I stood over her again, feeling all the dread in the world around me.
"Don't leave me again.."
I stood there and tried to make sense of things. The answer came with the moon.
As the clouds parted and the full moon appeared, i realised what was different.
His punches hurt her dignity.
That man..
His ciggarettes, knives and boiling water broke her soul.
We're not done here little angel.
I bent over and gently grabbed her arm.
I'm going to finish it. Slowly.
She stood up, and i wrapped my jacket around her.
You might want to see this.
She's changed...
Her voice shivers, her smile broken,
and her gaze seems to go deep into empty space, so deep and far away that no light could ever reach it again.
She's changed.
Damage done, problem solved and life goes on
"Where were you all this time?"
Problem not solved. No, this is different
"I shouldn't... blame you for not preventing my mistakes"
Standing behind her while she sits curled on the edge of the roof, i set my eyes on her wild frenzied hair. Purple, i think. Streaks of purple and red. That's what it used to be long ago. I couldn't tell from the light- or the lack of it.
Why didn't you call on the others?
She froze just for a second. Her frail naked body had been shivering from the cold winds this entire time.
"They're not you"
Any one of us could stop him from beating you
I looked up to the clouds. Looks like rain. Smells like soon.
Time to move on. He's back in the room, tied to a chair.
She can settle this from here.
"Please take me with you..."
I stopped.
Its done, little angel.
She was such a strong girl before. Not someone who couldn't take a beating.
This isn't the first abusive boyfriend of hers. Something's different.
I stood over her again, feeling all the dread in the world around me.
"Don't leave me again.."
I stood there and tried to make sense of things. The answer came with the moon.
As the clouds parted and the full moon appeared, i realised what was different.
His punches hurt her dignity.
That man..
His ciggarettes, knives and boiling water broke her soul.
We're not done here little angel.
I bent over and gently grabbed her arm.
I'm going to finish it. Slowly.
She stood up, and i wrapped my jacket around her.
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