Defined By You

5.

Her eyes were different this time. She was different this time. As if the mysterious girl from the nights and sorrows we shared, vanished and was replaced by a soulless vessel that can talk, but has no emotion.

To think about it more, we didn't know much about each other. What connected us, was a promise - every night, no matter the weather, no matter the day's hardness, we will meet in that same valley next to the town square, when the lighten street lights are giving the sign to the hidden people of midnight, that it is safe to be themselves and it is okay to listen to the empty street melody the hundredth time.

I wanted to ask her, why her ocean's eyes didn't glow in the starlight tonight. Why she was walking beside me like she came to see me the last time. I wanted to ask, why can't we speak to one another, as if we were destined to be together?

-I...,-her unsure voice reached my mind,- I read a book yesterday.

A book?

-What book?

- That book made me realize, that not everyone can live as one. Some will waste their life, others will try to give it a chance, - she continued as if I was a night spirit just passing by,- just like you and me...you and me...

Although the words felt cold, just their existence warmed me. I finally felt understood. I finally felt not alone, who gave up on this place, because of how unfair it may seem.

- You are a mystery, you know that?- just a dizzy thought left my mouth.

-Mystery?- she looked at me at last.

- Yes. You came into my life supposing that you are not named by others, because you are someone, others don't know. That voice, gaze, and embrace of yours, when we meet feels unfamiliar, and it scares me, by making me think that you are just a creation of loneliness of mine and you won't be here one night, leaving me all alone once again. But, even if you are not here, even if you are just my forgotten desire to live speaking, you are hope to me.

She looks at me. Her lips slightly parted, ready to deny me.

-At the same time, you feel like someone, who was destined to live a thousand lives, and on your thousand and first, you understood that haven't lived a single one, only existed.

A truthful silence rose.

The thought, that I said my picture of her out loud pains me. I don't know why I did it...for what I did it.

-Hold me...- a longed whisper reached me- please...Prove to me, that what you said is only belief. Prove to me that I...I...This time I will live, and you will be here, physically and emotionally. I don't want to feel this way anymore, Agapi.- cristal tears, falling for both of us, revealed me a sign to drown that doubt inside and believe, that she is real.