Together Forever

Chapter 57: HOME

The silver grey skies belonged to the new winter had changed into pristine as it started to shed off flake showers in soft, transparent flurries enough to add another layer of white to the coated landscapes.

Sanskaar rather looked pre-occupied with her vivid  fragments that smeared colours all over him and brought a smile he never knew of. Snow reminded him of her, them and that blissful night where togetherness was blessed in forms of the first winter fall.

To look behind, Swara felt like a sweet reverie he dare not dreamt nor let such thoughts to touch or leak into him. He seldom had time to muse for his self for every day was a rival tagged with challenges and he had to fight them all, no choice left to be choosen.

Tears desisted to fall used to get collected and trash in his thick ribcage, tides after tides for very smile he would project outside. With every bout of fresh breeze he inhaled would only be exhaled along with blazing heat waves his lungs forced to carry.

His skin had scorched enough to feel the burn, sometimes they sting along the dark blood he hid under his long sleeves. Flames inside does not extinguish but spreads through every pore and fiber to exhaust the energy he saved.

At times, he turned blind eyes for the soft warmth for they just add more fire in the blazing heat- the only reason why fond people with kind eyes made him run away, to accept such tenderness  ever again.

Sanskaar knew at the climax of the day, he would only stand with a smell covered by his cologne, but it still rot, just under the battered surface, waiting for that thin facade to decay. It scared him; to hold someone much dear for too long in a beautified illusion that he would forget his harsh reality.

But then there's Swara; who brought a large breech with every vow he took against with a mere swift of gentle breeze and calls him warm. If only she knew about the flames that sets him alight under his skin.

It frightened him if the collapsing ruins of his fragile facade he held with sweat and tears would shatter and add hefty weight upon her. Indeed, he lived a life with nothing special to point and instead baggage were dumped in ample amount.

Swara lived a complex tale hardly narrated with phobia's and nightmares to fill the shadows of past in present. Absolutely, Sanskaar had no wish to add further grief just because they shared some fleeting emotions.

Hence, he stayed adamant to not accept her nor his own heart that fought louder to embrace happiness just for once. For all the times he drew lines to not across for her, every time it was him who crossed it for her forgetting things only to be remembered later.

The opposed run made him falter steps for the numerous times for she sneeked in his thoughts or ways; stumbled by forced numbness he imposed to move away but it only made him fall in the verge of despair more than ever.

It was abrupt then, when Sanskaar at last decided to end the self torment and instead let colours he refrained to slip into his life. Even the instilled fear  that kept him away seemed less dreadful after he confessed to her.

Two and quarter days it had been, since then.

How much does his fingers ache to run back in to her flimsy locks just to leak every warmth he has to her figure that emitted only cold. To look at her hazels that speaks dialect of sweet mellow and melts to glow her eyes for him. Ah! he missed her.

Swara didn't visit the cafe and excused herself that she slept in for all the exhaustion she had been piled up with. Phone calls and text messages did keep him sane throughout the hours to pass by.

She deserved good rest, of cause and just because he missed her in no absolute away he could comprise her sleep. Thankfully, they were declared a holiday for the unexpected fall or else he could have turned insane without her in school.