The Dark Side Of Love

Chapter Two

I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me

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The iron bars surrounding the gate was old, dark with many unknown tales surrounding them. It was working as the barrier between the people standing above and the people lying below. So below somewhere where there is no scope for smile, where only uncertainty lies. Where the difference between pain and happiness distinguish.

It will be easy. If he can just touch it and open it. These bars were never strong enough to stop him. But in the end, it wasn't those iron bars that were stopping him from going inside. It was him. It has always been him and him only. And of course, his messed up soul that refuses to even acknowledge the idea.

"Are you not coming in today, Son."

His eyes went towards the man wearing a lose coat that seems newly bought. Those eyes showing kindness with a smile in his lips. Even though the kindness seems fake, still the first thought that came to Gulf's mind was why....exactly why smiling comes so easily to some people? He still doesn't understand how they can smile without any conflict.

"I am already leaving father. Just wanted to pay a visit." The priest's eyes were full of understanding. And sympathy. He almost wanted to say to that man that he wasn't someone who deserves someone's sympathy.

"But aren't you here to visit or pay respect to someone." The priest's eyes went towards the graves as if trying implement something. But Gulf's eyes...his eyes held no emotion as they again turned towards a certain gravestone. A forgotten kind of something hitting his heart making it beat a little more painfully than last time.

"No. Not yet father." The Gravestone seems inviting. Yet he turned his face away, looking at the priest before sliding the sunglass over his eyes.  "It's not time." But he wished it was. Like many times before, he wished he could just step over that line and stood in front of that lonely stone.

"That's the funny thing about this place." The priest looked at him with a smile more fake than the wig on his head. Does this man know that his wig was almost undone at the side? But Gulf decided against telling him it after hearing the next words that came out of the priest mouth.

"We can never decide if it's time to come here or not. Someone above us decide this for us. Weather we want it or not, it doesn't matter."

He seems lost in thought at those words. "Then...it will be more good. That someone you are talking about, can you ask that person to do it a little sooner. Before I really turn this place into a living hell."

With that he turned away leaving that old man with his mouth hanging open. A shiver ran through the old man's body. In fear? In anticipation? He doesn't know. But he knows that this strange man who was walking away from that place was the strangest human being he has seen in all his life. It was then that he understood why his hand was trembling. He was afraid. Because in that man's black orbes, he saw death itself.. 

Johnathan was standing beside the car with the door open. Ready for Gulf's order. "And I think it will be better to take a drama class, father. That kindness act is not working anymore."

He turned around getting inside the car leaving a very dumbfounded and scared priest behind. Johnathan wasted no time in starting the car. Taking him away from there. His eyes went towards his watch. The time showing a little over 10: 45. Exactly 30 minutes since he stood in front of that gate. That's the amount of time he was able to control himself from going inside. From digging that damn grave. And burying himself too with the man who was gone. Who has taken every peace from his mind. Who was sleeping peacefully while he was screaming in agony.