Cursed Love

17

  At first, it was all dark. Then, came the blinding white light, seeping into my eyelids, burning my eyes. I could feel myself drifting upwards, weightless, and floating through something, something thick yet light, something that seemed solid but not quite. And suddenly, I felt the floor underneath my back. It was cool yet warm at the same time. I am not making any sense now, am I? Well, that was what dying feels like. It makes utterly no sense at all.

  There was a slight cooling breeze, tickling my face, weaving through my hair like a naughty child, trying to wake me up. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to gain my bearings. I do not feel so well. I felt disembodied and slightly disorientated. I took a deep breath. I m not going to let the unknown stay unknown to me forever. Jesus, I am dead.

  I cracked open my eyes and squinted against the blinding white light. My head throbbed and I felt slightly giddy and dizzy, but then the feeling soon subsided. Hesitantly, I stood up and looked around, analysing the place, observing it. Not like there were much to observe and analyse, of course. 

  I was in a...train station, maybe? It had a train track on  both sides, and everything was blindingly white. It seemed to stretch on and on forever and, at the front, the place seemed to disappear into a pool of light whilst, at the back, the train track disappeared into a tunnel, disappearing into a fog of utter darkness.

  The train station platform was utterly empty and silent, apart from a single metal bench and three similar glass elevators that stood side by side. I looked down and realised I was in a white tank top and white skinny jeans. I do not know why, but I really did not like all this white. I wished the tank top was scarlet red and the jeans were dark blue instead. I could imagine it all so clearly in my head...I looked down in annoyance only to see that my outfit had changed  accordingly.

  A smile grew on my face slowly. Well, this just got from utterly boring to interesting. I smirked and rubbed my hands together. Time to do some work.

  A long time after that...The train came from the light. I looked up with a smirk, closed the spray paint bottle, crossed my arms and simply let my eyes follow the train. The doors opened with a hiss and David came bursting out. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked. 

  I grinned and looked around at my masterpiece sprawled all over the train station. A burning mix of graffiti colours spilled all over the ground and in the midst of all that beautifully crafted chaos was James and David, their figures burning and blurring together, their lines intermingling together. The walls had a pack of wolves running but, amidst the pack of wilderness were humans. It was my story. "It is nice, isn't it? But my question is, what are you doing, leaving me here in this place for so long, hmm?" I waved my hands and the metal bench turned into a leather sofa with a coffee table where two bottles of beer stood tall.

  I motioned him to sit down with me. He chuckled and shook his head---he could never hate me for too long, he loves me too much. "I knew even the Blank Space cannot tame your soul." 

  I furrowed my brows. "Blank Space? Didn't you say it was the Up There Train Station or something?" He rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Underworld slang. Blank Space is the Up There slang." Seeing me even more confused, he laughed again. "I'm a Traveller, I go between the so called 'heaven and hell', so I speak in both slangs. Seeing as you are going to be Up There, if you choose to, of course, I decided against speaking in Underworld slang." He rolled his shoulders casually. "Questions?"

  I studied him carefully. He seemed different from the last time. I could see the inner peace inside him he never had before, and he is also a tad more confident and sassy than before. Interesting. "Why could I touch you back there? Aren't you a ghost? Why did you leave me here like for forever? And why did I have a chance to revive James back there?" He nodded his head and closed his eyes, loosing a breath.