𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞

Chapter 8

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I move my hand in a swirl and the fallen leaves starts floating in the air. Magical. I touch an wounded bird and the wound heals. The bird chirps happily, as if presenting me it's gratitude and letting me know that it believed I could do it. I did not know that I was capable of this. That I held this much power.

Some sparks floats in front of me. Did I make these too? They slowly increases and I feel a tug at my soul.

So many sparks.

And they all are coming from...me? Me. Yes, they all are coming from me.

What is happening?

The tug intensifies and I cry out in pain.

Do not do it.
Please. I beg you. Please. No. No.

I start sobbing.

Have mercy. Please.
No!

The tug finally reaches to it's peak and I feel my soul ripped into two.

The other half of my soul slowly takes a form and forms a silhouette.

It approaches me slowly.

Fills up what ever gap there was between us and wraps it's arms around me.
The soul ripping pain that I was feeling, slowly fades away.
I feel whole again. The feeling is wonderful. Soul soothingly good.

It pulls me tighter against it.
I embrace it in return.
It, the part of my soul, tells me something. Something that I do not understand. It is trying to convey something.

I slowly pull back and look at it. It looks back at me.
It is telling me to stop referring it by 'it'. It rubs it's palm up and down my arms.
It is a male for sure. A true male. But by what do I refer it?
It grips my waist tighter. Displeased, as I keep referring it by it. What else do I say? My soul? My part? My...soulmate?

It takes a handful of my hair that reaches my waist and tugs on it, making my head rise upwards as my eyes meet it's–um–as my eyes meet his.

The look in his eyes intensifies. Making me feel it. Love. He is asking me to call him love.
Love. I taste the word. It feels...him. Us.
Suddenly, I feel that soul ripping pain again.
He is not with me anymore. He is going away. He promises. He promises to be one again. That we will be one again. That we will be together again. In each-other's embrace.

But. I want that now. I want him now, with me.

Come back please. Please!
I call out for him. Love! I call him love. But he doesn't not come. Instead, he calls me. Come with me love, he says.

Come to me. Come with me. Come to me. Come with me. Come to me. Come with me.
Come. Come. Come.

The words echoes everywhere.

Come. Come here. To me. Come. Come. Come!

The call intensifies.

I feel something soft beneath me. I'm lying down on something. On a bed. It was a dream. I was dreaming, I realize as I finally wake up.

But, then why is he still calling me?

I open my eyes. Yes, he is still calling me. And something from deep inside me responds to his call, as my feets starts to move towards the call.

It takes me a minute or two to understand that it is not a voice that is calling me. It is a tune. A soothing and compelling tune.
But it does not forces me to come. It wills me to come.

Strange. How is a tune calling me? A flute tune, to be exact. Someone is playing a flute.
I am already out in my way to the forest. So, the the tune is calling me into the forest. But where inside the forest? I do not know. I just know that I have to go.

I run and run.

It is so overwhelming. Why am I responding to this tune? It feels involuntary, my respond to this tune. Like, I just know that I will go wherever it calls me.

Willingly.

Which is very strange.
And the dream I just had. Was that dream actually about me?
Or did this tune cause an illusion in my dream to wake me up? But why? What does it want from me? And why are these two calling so similar?
Never have I witnessed something like this before. My emotions are all over the place. I can not pick up any one of them.
I just run. I am also curious. My feet finally slow down. I am closer to this tune now.
Who is playing this tune? Who is playing the flute?
Although I already have a suspicion about who it might be.

Whoever it is, he is sitting on a wooden log beside that big tree in front. His back is facing me.

My pace slows. I slowly go forward and face him. My insides are still whirling from the run and the excitement.
And my knees shake by the sight of him.
"Krishn?" My voice echoes through the forest.

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