Yet, he does not want her.
Lies.
The rejection, however, came like a challenge to the woman before his eyes. She begs for him even more. She reaches her bloodied hand to where he is like a child yearning for one’s true love’s embrace. Everyday she screams louder for him to hold her hand and walk her to the aisle of his home. She misses his touch like it is forever he smothers her with its gentleness. She is deeply in love with his bitter truth. He is the abode she wishes to end up in; his tranquil embrace.
Through the darkness in death’s eyes are the reflections of his heart pleading for her touch too. But he does not mean more harm for her. For she is the body whose wounds he wants to heal. She is the most beautiful soul he loves to obtain when the perfect time comes, no matter how she pleads for him to take away her misery. For him, that is how love should be. He looks at her like she is the persona of the life he’ll never have. She is his cursed pain.
But every love story has an ending. And they know that theirs, may be fittingly tragic.
