We are strangers...

5 years ago

Latest Post Winter's Sunder by Arsalan Lavang public

She looked at him, angered and slightly bewildered.  "Horse shit...", she didn't want to look at the letter she told Amir.  Her hands seemed to grip the pages with an unresting torment—tearing it apart without a look.

Amir's complexion began looking pale, and at this point, a descent into hell seemed imminent for him.  He knew before leaving that he needed to be strong, and despite having grown tired of the exceedingly tragic circumstances, decided to lock his fate towards his desire for her.  He often argued and insisted: God is Merciful. No matter what disturbed him—down to his core, he held onto his belief.

He itched in his head with a light finger, and didn't know how to smile while feeling the agony of his own evil burning through his bones.  He said, with hesitation: "I am sorry for my misdeed, that's the reason I've come here again—only to tell you.  I am lost, I need you to read this.  Maybe you'll understand what's been happening."  He recalled her silent appearance, and decided that he wouldn't allow her to feel the burden of what might come next. "I brought a second one.  I am on the brink of loosing my mind, but I knew I had to bring another.  I thought I had a few screws loose until you tore that letter."

Stepping closer to her  and taking a deep breath, the salty breeze of the ocean drowned his soul in a narcoleptic melody.  His heart however didn't have a moment's rest from the clamour of its rhythm:  "I am going to remain silent like you were, as you are going to remember something for me."

He held back the torrent of emotions that weighed him down—he said with a solemn mind:  "You told me you'd help me when it was time." He stood slightly bent, knowing any more pressure would make him collapse.  Amir's eyes made no attempt to move at all, and though he started speaking again, he said: "My crime is having been in denial of you.  I already understood how much I loved you."

She noticed his troubled look, as though something horrible had struck him to the ground.  She looked at him carefully now, and said with a calm voice that cut him to his core:  "it's retribution."  She kept gazing obliviously at him, though a smile started cutting through her iron clad demeanour:  Ça va être vite fait... it echo'd like a dark heavy liquid at the edge of an abyss.

Not entirely certain of having heard herself utter those words in some distant place, her curiosity pleaded her to have a look.  "Pass it here"—she said hesitantly while looking at his fingertips as they held the letter by its bend.  She decided to lean forward, grabbing it while his gaze slowly wandered to the floor, and at that moment opened it—reading it to herself.

My desire, I don't know what happened—I just remember.  I started recollecting odd memories, and thought maybe there was a strangeness in me. I thought I somehow lost it entirely.  Then the most beautiful thing happened, and I got twisted with it.  I am not sure how to tell you all of it in a letter, but I had to write something down, fearful of my own ability to meet you again.  You forgot something on purpose for me, I need you to remember it.  Repeat the following to yourself a few times then look at me like you did when we first once met:

The still silence
brings me back home to you.

She kept looking at the letter, her memories slowly resurfacing, and like the arresting stare of a tigress, she looked up saying: "I am going to make you feel the sorrow you caused humanity."

Amir's pulse began showing its tortured rhythm—its imminent restlessness crashing against his brain.  Though feeling lost and frightened by what he thought he had seen destroying his sorrow, he tried looking at her without the delirious noise in his head.  He wanted to see her through the darkness that engulfed him."

I want you to do right."  She didn't entirely intend on hurting him, but knew he had come to understand something of importance from her.

"We'll go slowly..."  She smiled a little, careening him into the adornment of her bosom. "Feel better?" she laughed with a faint look of distress.  He felt the difficulty of the moment—brushing the tip of his fingers against the edge of her temple until it met the nape of her neck. "You told me marriage is trust" he said softly.

"Kiss her" Amir kept hearing, like a fading echo.  She stared at him like a hundred eyes somewhere in a distant corner of the universe.  Amir still had trouble stopping himself from trembling by what he didn't know to be a nightmare, a memory, or horse shit, as she had stated.  Taking a moment to move closer to her, his eyes lit up while everything around him started disappearing with the memory of dying in her obsidian kiss.

"You're savage."  She whispered to me.

Arsalan Lavang

Published 5 years ago