danny

she came back, her hands in her pockets, her head facing the floor. slowly entered the room, without even looking she sat in the border of the bed. she seemed tired, so tired she wanted to lay on that bed for hours. i couldn’t see her face, but her body said she was tired enough.

i tried to talk, but couldn’t find anything decent to say. my chest ached with a pressure, my arms were so heavy, my soul seemed exhausted, depleted. i could feel her pain, i could feel it cause i was that pain.

she turned and looked at me. and then i was paralised. she looked at me with all her beautiful eyes, those eyes i loved for nights and nights, for hours and hours, those eyes that once and briefly might have belonged to me. those eyes with the strength and the power to make me feel a million feelings. but this time they had just one: sadness. a very profound sadness, a sincere and tangible sadness. a dense and delicate sadness. it was the sadness of all the time, of all the facts, of life turning a page and letting us go, of losing again. it started to enter my body, i could feel it oozing from her precious green eyes, into the empty shell my body was.

it started expanding, filling every pore, every vein and artery, every arm and leg, all lungs, stomach. every space and every cell and every molecule. and it was expanding and growing, and slowly killing me. i started feeling sick, i shake and quivered, i vomited, i cried. it was me, i was the sadness.

i don’t remember well how it was. i just exhale and fell down like a feather. then i was here, watching her. watching her every move. taking care of her. again. only that this time she’s alone, and i’m dead.

This entry was posted on Monday, August 6th, 2007 at 12:59:22 and is filed under stories.