girl and the star

Once there was a girl. Just an ordinary girl. This girl was never happy. But this unhappy girl was given a star, albeit a star with free will.

When this girl got the star, both were reluctant. The girl was afraid to believe he was really hers. The star was tired of everyone wanting him. But they warmed up to each other. The girl never truly expected the star to ever call him her’s, but she was okay with that. The star however really loved the girl. After so much time, both accepted that the other was different and that they were perfect together.

The star was a true star. He had to shine in the sky for all to see. The girl knew this, and she didn’t mind. Sure, it meant not being with the star as much as she wanted, but who else had a star? No one. She was lucky just to know him.

The girl told the star everything. She, again, was reluctant. She didn’t want to bore the amazing star. But he loved hearing of her, and he always wanted to help, so she told him everything. She didn’t expect the star to do the same, and he never really did pour himself out for her as she did for him, but he did tell her more than he had told any other.

What felt like eternities and what was really only a short while later, when the star identified himself as the girl’s, the girl finally felt as if he really was her star.

But no good things last forever.

The star was very busy sometimes, and he never had as much time for the girl as he had before. This upset the girl sometimes, but she forgot about it as soon as she was with the star again.

But then the star didn’t return to the girl for a while. And then a while turned into a long time. This left the girl to realize that she had no other than the star. She had never felt that she needed more. But now she had no one to confide in, to laugh with. She felt horrible for wishing so badly that the star would come, that he would return to her and never leave again, that he would no longer be a star and just be her’s.

The star missed the girl, but the star of course was always around other stars, and loved by everyone.

Then the few, short times the star did return, things weren’t the same. The girl couldn’t pour out her heart, and the star no longer told the girl how he loved her.

Then late one night, the star showed up by the girl. He asked her what her wish was. She said she wished not to love. The girl asked the star what he wished for. The star wished to love.

After that, the star never returned.

Years later it is now, and both the star and the girl never got their wishes. The girl never dared to ask the star for her wish. The star never dared ask the girl for his.

The star, however, has other stars, and everyone loves him.

But he still wishes for love.

And he still watches the girl from the sky every night.

The girl has tried to move on. She is doing better. She never confides herself, and she never loves anyone she meets.

She cannot control her love for the star though.

And she still wishes she could.

Tonight, look at the sky. Look at the brightest star. Know that it is the very star who wishes for love. And know that right below this star is the girl. The girl who was given the star, the girl who never thought she deserved the star. The girl who loves the star.

The End.

Rain

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don’t wanna’ have to go that far.
And I, I’ve got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don’t even know where I start.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don’t wait for the sky to clear.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don’t wanna’ go there anymore…

Wonder

There are many things I wish I knew. What do I look like from a different perspective? Can someone really fall in love, or is it just a feeling?

There’s really no answers for the questions I ask... people swear I'm adopted sometimes...

But who am I really? What kind of person am I? Why do I even exist in this world if I'm not going to do anything huge or special to some person in Haiti or Uganda?

Is there really a purpose for EVERY human, animal, bug, virus, etc in this lifetime? Where do we really go after death?

I guess there are things in this life that can't or shouldn't be answered...

But why, why is it we can't know these things?

There’s that same old beginning of the sentence word.... WHY

Why do we all need to be different? why is it that we take notice of the smallest details, yet forget to take a look at the big picture in front of us practically yelling at us to see it, embrace it, love it?!

Something has to be answered eventually...

Too bad eventually isn't now.

They say the wait is worth the while or the answer...


But... sometimes I feel they come too late.

That they didn't catch on to the train that brings them to us.

With answers, comes the responsibility to use that knowledge, to embrace it, discover some need for someone else to use it.

But the answers to what we want to know aren't always what we want to hear, but life can't always go our way it has to follow the path that's been paved and mapped out, even before it knew where it was going...


Sounds familiar huh?

The Serpent

Serpents slip into the night hoping you won't put up a fight.
Tempted to do the unthinkable crime
wanting to fill their lonely mind.In the darkness they invade your space
unable to notice your tear streaked face.Nights are filled with silence and pain
wanting to hurt them just the same.A frightened child you've come to hold
a secret that's afraid to be told.

What's your thoughts that make this sane?
I wish you could feel all my pain.Pay attention you might not see
the hurt you've caused inside of me.Trembling in fear don't make a sound
go to your place alone you have found.Stand up and fight don't be afraid
your silence inside will only turn to shame.Lies that were told to hide the truth
only to destroy your innocence of youth.Do you pretend to live the lie
or shut the door to the pain inside.Bound by chains from the past
the key there for you to grasp.

doors

When you close your eyes, tell me what do you see?
Come hold my hand and take a walk with me
Down a long dark corridor, with doors shut tight
I will open them up, just for you tonight

Let’s open up the door marked number one
Take a peek inside, please try not to run
The demons screech out, yelling one by one
Come in here, come join in the fun

Sex and porn, a room full of abuse
But don’t shout out, because it’s no use
No-one will come when you scream
Just lie there quietly; it’s all a bad dream

Door number two is full of jokes
Aimed at a girl, whose tears do choke
She tries so hard to please and be accepted
Yet is made to feel worthless and feels rejected

Now is this safe? Door number three
There’s another young girl, who looks just like me
She has her own demons and pain to bear
Yet deep down inside, I know she does care

Door number four, how bad can this be?
Should have been a life that was so free
And yet more demons they do appear
Go away little girl, you are not welcome here

Door number five is the drunk she has faced
Door number six is still firmly shut and braced
Number seven is dark and I can’t see
No tale to tell, not yet for me

Let’s close all the doors now and turn and leave
I’ve seen the demons and felt them breathe
But here they all are now, alive and real
Maybe its time to tell them exactly how I feel

Deep down I am hurting and I am not strong
What you all did to me was totally wrong
I put on a front to hide my pain
But now I am tired of playing this game


There are so many things I do want to say
And this says a lot, in my own little way
But what’s the point, for it won’t change the past
Only for this little girl, it is the last

So I take her hand and lead her away
To a better future, out of harms way
She is an adult now, with a future ahead
and....

gone

There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.
Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.
Innocence gone.
Just taken away.
Struggling to deal with it & be free someday.
Tries to tell someone but no one believes her cries.
Just another young girl getting some attention through lies.
Suicide has crossed her mind but she will not go out that way.
Thinking well maybe if he cant find me, he just won't rape me today
Perfect smile.
Broken soul.
Living in this situation that she just can't control.
Things get worse & he beats her more.
Loses all self respect for herself when he comes through that door.
Fed up & full of hope she tried to fight back.
He pulled out a knife, all she saw was black.
Out of her misery & out of her pain.
Put her in such a place that she cant even explain.
The emotions it brought me, I cant deny,
that it left me a horrible feeling inside.The pain it brought her , she felt alone,
and soon she started getting out of control.This feeling it was killing her inside,
That she could not tell her secret that was forever haunting my mind.
she lay by her bed, sits on the floor, cross her hands and begins to pray because she's finally happy now that the doors shut and he has gone away.

Good Friday

Woken up furiously by my younger brother who kindly yells ," Its 9 am! you have an exam,you missed it!!". I freak out and panic as I run downstairs to grab the newspaper which will tell me the date! I realise my exam is on monday and today is just friday!
Standing in the middle of my living room-lost,watching people hustle and bustle around me,a mental image of a fish market flashes in my mind.
why do I live here , I ask myself and continue to gape at people around me. Suddenly I see a familiar face! Yes! My mother..!! Relieved I walk up to her and ask " W,hats up? whats to eat?", "My head" , my mom retorts. okay that was something i mutter and walk away.
After investigating I'm told today is Good Friday and my aunt demands if I remember or I'd forgotten it. "I remember!" I convince her. ( actually I dont). So everyone's getting dressed to go to church( with a lot of enthusiams). why?! its church,not the  grand prix.
finally at last the house it empty and rid of over enthuisastic religious people. i settle in my abode  and laze there texting some freaks of nature,apparently.

 I sit around and the rest of the  day is uneventfully except for one incident. My older brother called to lecture me because he " accidentially" (but i know I was framed) found out that ONCE UPON A TIME,LONG LONG AGO  I'd gone to Pecos, a place after my own heart, "during my exams ,in my school uniform"; so yeah I got screwed but its cool as long as he didnt tell dad. phew!
      Munching on a parle-g biscuit I get the feeling I'm forgetting something. I wonder and ponder and suddenly realise that I have a psychology exam tomorrow! My psychology end of semester final exam!! I snap outta my lazy trance,bid goodbye to my freaks of nature to stare at my obese psycho text book.
I finish everything  really quickly  and i get a feeling thats not right,because I dont get how I fnished a truck load of nonsense in a few hours when they gave me 3 days for it.

But whatever I skip with joy and log on to gmail and facebook. the very next minute i'm confronted by my brother who wants to know why I'm online.I get another lecture and he tells me to " get off facebook and put my face in a book". gah!  I sigh and trudge towards my room,climbing the stairs as if it were mount everest. reaching my destination I plonk myself on the bed and check my phone for messages.argh no messages! why isnt anyone texting me?! I fume and dig into "understanding psychology".

After Life

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow-grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast shadowless, and unsuggestive blue. Now and then, at ever-lengthening intervals, a flash of pain darted through her, like the ripple of sheet-lightning across such a midsummer sky; but it was too transitory to shake her stupor, that calm, delicious, bottomless stupor into which she felt herself sinking more and more deeply, without a disturbing impulse of resistance, an effort of reattachment to the vanishing edges of consciousness.
     The resistance, the effort, had known their hour of violence; but now they were at an end. Through her mind, long harried by grotesque visions, fragmentary images of the life that she was leaving, tormenting lines of verse, obstinate presentments of pictures once beheld, indistinct impressions of rivers, towers, and cupolas, gathered in the length of journeys half forgotten-through her mind there now only moved a few primal sensations of colorless well-being; a vague satisfaction in the thought that she had swallowed her noxious last draught of medicine . . .At last even these dim sensations spent themselves in the thickening obscurity which enveloped her; a dusk now filled with pale geometric roses, circling softly, interminably before her, now darkened to a uniform blue-blackness, the hue of a summer night without stars. And into this darkness she felt herself sinking, sinking, with the gentle sense of security of one upheld from beneath.

She stood, as it seemed, on a threshold, yet no tangible gateway was in front of her. Only a wide vista of light, mild yet penetrating as the gathered glimmer of innumerable stars, expanded gradually before her eyes, in blissful contrast to the cavernous darkness from which she had of late emerged.
     She stepped forward, not frightened, but hesitating, and as her eyes began to grow more familiar with the melting depths of light about her, she distinguished the outlines of a landscape, at first swimming in the opaline uncertainty of Shelley's vaporous creations, then gradually resolved into distincter shape -- the vast unrolling of a sunlit plain, aerial forms of mountains, and presently the silver crescent of a river in the valley, and a blue stencilling of trees along its curve -- something suggestive in its ineffable hue of an azure background of Leonardo's, strange, enchanting, mysterious, leading on the eye and the imagination into regions of fabulous delight. As she gazed, her heart beat with a soft and rapturous surprise; so exquisite a promise she read in the summons of that hyaline distance.
     "And so death is not the end after all," in sheer gladness she heard herself exclaiming aloud. "I always knew that it couldn't be. I believed in Darwin, of course. I do still; but then Darwin himself said that he wasn't sure about the soul -- at least, I think he did -- and Wallace was a spiritualist; and then there was St. George Mivart --"
     Her gaze lost itself in the ethereal remoteness of the mountains.
     "How beautiful! How satisfying!" she murmured. "Perhaps now I shall really know what it is to live."
     As she spoke she felt a sudden thickening of her heart-beats, and looking up she was aware that before her stood the Spirit of Life.
     "Have you never really known what it is to live?" the Spirit of Life asked her.
     "I have never known," she replied, "that fulness of life which we all feel ourselves capable of knowing; though my life has not been without scattered hints of it, like the scent of earth which comes to one sometimes far out at sea."


By,
Rohan

A Dream

When the pressure on his throat released he fought the urge to kick straight for the surface. He could still see her and wondered how it was he could see tears flow down her cheeks.
He pushed up and he thought he heard her singing,the light sweet voice of this childhood. When he looked back he saw the beams of this light spear out from the bottom,arrow to her so she was illuminated in his shaft.
and he watched her fade away like a dream..
Breaking the surface,he sucked his air that burned his scored throat.  Sunlight sparkled in his eyes,dazzling them and through the roaring in his ears there were voices calling his name..
Through the dazzle,he found L standing on the verge,a hand pressed to her belly,on the wrist of that hand,ruby hearts glittered like hope.He swam through the lillies towards her,swam away from death towards life.
The sun filtered throught the leaves of sycamores and oaks and cast pretty pattern of light and shadows on the green on the grass.On the branches birds sang filling the balmy air with music.

He took her shoulders,turned her toawrd him,toward the sunlight. He took the ring out of his pocket,slipped it onto her finger and lowered his lips to hers.

With their hands clapsed,they walked away from death,into love and life.
No one sang there,but its gardens bloomed.


By -
C

Melt Away..

A candle flickers softly,
Somewhere out in space,
Shedding light upon the world,
Yet I am held in darkness's embrace,
I struggle to break free,
Of the chains that bind me to this life,
Yet I am bound forever,
To walk in endless strife,
My emotions flood around me,
Swallowing me in their depths,
Yet my heart's an empty shell,
There is no feeling left,
My body is numb with the pain,
Of endless indecision,
I don't know what's right or wrong,
I don't what I'm missing,
I walk only to be lost,
In the changes that come,
While everyone else finds their way,
In the cold that leaves me numb,
I seem to be always alone,
No one there to whom I can confide,
I'm trapped in this pain,
But it's the only place I can hide,
I want to run free,
To laugh and dance and sing,
Yet my life is not my own,
I'm bound on puppet strings,
I try to make every one happy,
Because I love to see them smile,
Yet nothing goes right,
It backs fires with every trial,
The pain I feel is brought on by me,
It's only in my mind,
But why does it seem,
Pain in my heart is what I find,
I guess I'm just delirious,
No one else feels this way,
But I just wish...
Things could go right for just one day,
A day when every one smiles,
When pain is never felt,
A day for joy and for life,
When death is never dealt,
But that day will not come,
Because all I can do is cry,
Hoping my pain will melt away,
Or that I would die.

Perfection

You are
Perfection
Personified.

Tall, lithe
Strong and sure,
You move
Beautifully:
Muscles flexing,
Long fingers reaching,
Each part coming together
In glorious harmony.

Your eyes burn
With something
Undefined.Passion .
Anger.Love. Patience.
A mix I cannot
Fully grasp.

You are sublime:
Intense, resplendent;
Your passion
Almost cruel
In its magnificence.

I close my eyes
And feel your stare.
Intense, compelling –
Fathoming secrets
Fears and yearnings
My soul dare not reveal.

I see you move,
Your hands
Reach out.

Then I imagine
That you have
Come for me.
As Eros
Came for Psyche.

And as reality
Intrudes,
I smile
To myself.
Wistfully.

About to Crack

You can't explain it,
What it is or how you obtained it.
It's just there,
Eats away at you until you're full of air.

Worthless,
Is this how you want to exist?
You don't know how to put what you're feeling into words,
You struggle just to divide it all up into thirds.

What is all of this and why is there nothing to do about it?
Your mind, body and soul are all one empty pit.
So you'll lie in bed for hours to come,
To this you have succumb.

Forget about everything else in your life
You're being stabbed repeatedly by this large knife.
You try to just get up and go,
But you're tugged down, part of a big puppet show.

Why can't you just get your life going?
You're desire to be here is quite the opposite of growing.
Why are you frozen in place?
Where is that someone or something to fill all this empty space?

The only people you've found have made this gaping whole larger,
They've loved you, held you, then torn you apart.
Was this their goal straight from the start?
Do they want to see you fall to the ground?

Because when you did they weren't around.
You've tried so hard to get back up
But what's the point in trying so hard
Just sit here and curl up.

Hold your knees to your chest,
The pain is too much.
Squeeze your sides
Until everything in you collides.

You can't take it any longer,
You need to be stronger.
But instead you sit here looking for answers
Late at night, you'll stay up forever
Why do you get nothing out of this endeavour?

What is this space you can not seem to fill?
The most painful emptiness, it could kill.
Where it came from, you may never find out.
You are so empty, no breath to shout.

Scream out your pain from the lungs that you lack
Let everyone know you're about to crack.

?

She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?

She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?

She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?

She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?

She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

Mental

I AM MENTAL
AND SO IS ISHAAN.

psychology

"Boring boring boring" This famous statement defines any class. It zoomed in my mind like a ticker on mtv,repeating itself over and over again.

Its just the beginning of summer and I'm already sweating like I ran a 20 km marathon,which is absolutely impossible by the way,but the heat is getting on my nerves ,making me irritable and scary. F and I trudge towards the most boring class of the day-psychology. Sleepy and barely awake we enter the dimly lit class and make ourselves comfortable in the last bench which was abandoned,surprisingly and inviting.

With a vacant expression I stare at our teacher who was quite animatedly and enthusiastically teaching us
" behavioural aspects" in her mallu accent,which is really funny. I try not to laugh and concentrate on drawing a circle. F beside me cracks up loudly and  imitates her,I started giggling too,helplessly.


After a while I tune out the teachers voice and check my phone for something to do,while F listens to the teacher giving her "normal examples" (stud macha examples). My mind wanders and I remember my marks card,I pull it out and stare at my atrocious marks. From being an 80 percent-er I've stooped low to....never mind.
Insulted and determined to study I look up at the teacher and gaze at the notes cast on the wall by the projector. I squint and try to focus but its all just a blur. Giving up I remind myself that I need binoculars not spectacles and slip into a world of dreams waiting to be woken up by the loud shrill bell.

silence

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Sombre, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nothing consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

Raindrops!

Looking in your eyes
I feel myself falling in love with you
You said I love you
And I said it too

We went to our very own special spot
For no real reason at all
We sat and talked and looked at one another
And then the rain began to fall

We could have left just as quick as we came
But no, you wanted to stay in the rain
You asked me a question I'll never forget
"Have you ever tasted the raindrops?"

I looked at you funny and you gave me a sigh
The cutest look, as I wondered, why?
Why, did you ask me to taste the rain?
Well, what did have to loose or gain?

I watched you with a careful eye
And did the same as you
You were looking up at the cloudy sky
But my eyes were stuck on you like glue

I lifted my head to look at the sky
And closed my eyes really tight
Just as I thought I'd caught a raindrop
You suddenly held me tight

I opened my eyes with slight alarm
As you kissed me soft and sweet
I remember that kiss like it was yesterday
I still feel those raindrops on my cheek

I tasted the raindrops like I never had before
It was worth every second of bliss
Every time I think of that moment
I think of my raindrop kiss

We sat close together on that one special rock
And we held each other tight
Then almost as suddenly as it came
The sun came out from beneath the rain

The most beautiful colors I've ever seen
Came out on the western sky
The sun was setting and the moment was perfect
More than any money could buy

As the sun slowly set and the sky lit up
You began carving our names in our special rock

I told you I would never forget this moment
In my heart this memory is locked

As our names were finished and permanently engraved
We watched the sun finish its day
And watched the moon dazzle..

My Star

Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine.
A utopian dream.

Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -
you were a star in my eyes.

But like all stars, you died.
That gas was gone.
No pull between us.
The atmosphere was dry
and I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.

The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.

Indifferent

Answers. I wanted answers.The question "why..?" echoed in my head.Searching and looking for an answer;I derived only more questions with the answers I got.Then I stopped asking questions but I wandered in search of an answer.
In my quest I grew restless..and impatient and then I gave up..
I stopped looking for an answer I so desperately wanted.

I became  indifferent and numb to everything around me.I didn't argue for a reason.I'd just accepted it.

Someday

Someday i'll sleep again..
Someday i'll dream ..
Someday i'll wake up..
Someday i'll smile again..
Someday i'll laugh again
Someday i'll play in the rain ..
Someday i'll love myself again..
Someday i'll....live all over again .

Someday..

"why why why why why" a voice screamed in my head.i wanted to scream out loud and cry in anguish. i wanted to just scream, scream,scream...SCREAM!
instead i turned and buried my face in my pillow and wept hot furious  stupid tears,
i'd been crying for a long time,god knows how long and i really didnt care. i closed my eyes despite the tears which flowed like the ganges.
tired and weary i asked myself "why" again and wished death would claim me.

Faith

"Sometimes you just have to go on with faith.."

      I walked steadily through the pouring rain,like I did everyday. I wore black,the colour of mourning.
It was a soft drizzle by the time I reached,I walked more slowly now towards the church.
As I entered I stopped for a minute to gaze at the cross hanging above the alter..I took my place and knelt to pray..
"Lord,I don't ask you to take away the thorns that grow along the path I walk alone,but to be there for me at the end of it. I don't ask you to lighten up the load I bear; Nor make the weary road I daily tread one bit fair. I don't ask you to comprehend the present cross,but give me strength to bear it patiently.One thing I ask lord,one thing alone : give me your hand! and when the darkness overshadows all,with you I'll stand again"

I stood up and walked out into the pouring rain once again..

Walk

She walked...

      The leaves rustled under her feet,the wind softly sailed and danced through her hair as the trees swayed gently... she only walked away from life.
She heard the trees whisper to each other but took no notice.

      She was exhausted and her feet throbbed; She stopped under a huge old tree and looked up at heavens above and cursed it. "What happened child ?" asked the tree as it swayed in the wind. She didn't answer but still glared at the heavens.

     "Where are you going ? " the tree asked again but did not get an answer because the girl had closed her eyes and she stood still .

     "What happened child..?" the tree asked once again. "He's gone..he's gone.." she replied in a voice void of life. "He'll come back.." the tree comforted her.
"no..! h-he-h--he's g-g-gone.forever..he left me". The tree looked puzzled and said "He will come back". She lifted her gaze to the tree and said " He's dead". The tree didn't know what to say,it had never seen anyone in so much pain..

        It pierced her heart,the sudden pain was unbearable,it shook her. Those two words hit her so hard,knocking the breathe out of her as she feel to her knees. She couldn't take it any more. She couldn't stand it any more..

       While she wept silently, she thanked the heavens for the rain which drenched her; Little did she know that it wasn't the comforting rain by the heavens but the tears of the tree which bent down to protect her as her heart beat for the last time..

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Forget

Later that night she sat in a corner of her room, huddled, her room was cold but she was colder inside. A tear rolled down her soft pale cheek; another followed. And another. She sat there for a long time, until she was sure time has stopped for her.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror – she wondered how long this would go on. How long she would let this happen to her…
She hated feeling like this – helpless. All she wanted was to get away. Forget. If that was possible she was willing to trade her soul for it. But that wasn’t going to happen, she might as well face it. Walking slowly she splashed water on her face and it felt better, much better.

Sleep

"Don't cry,please don't" he said softly while she cried in his arms.He helplessly looked down at her and brushed a few strands,tucking them behind her ear.Every tear she shed stung him,it burned his soul;He wished he could make them stop..
He pulled her closer and rested his chin on her head while she sobbed silently and gripped a fistful of this shirt.She was afraid to let go,even for a minute.
"Don't be afraid" he murmured reading her thoughts but she just shook her head in response.They sat in silence for a long time.

Breaking the silence,she looked up at him and into his warm brown eyes,and asked "why..?why me?why you?why us..?",waiting intently for his answer.Looking into her eyes he saw an eternity of pain she hid so well;He pressed a kiss to her forehead and said "What's meant to happen,will happen". "But why?" she persisted,
" Because there is something better waiting for you" he replied. "I don't want something better,I want what I was given" she said stubbornly. " Change is constant and you don't always get what you want,you cant live in the past..." he whispered..she drew back and looked away,still clutching his shirt tightly...

Pulling her closer once again he wiped the sparkling tear which rolled down her cheek and wrapped his arms around her. Resting her head at the base of this throat,she finally closed her eyes while he sung her to sleep..