_Untitled_ | By: Kaizer

𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠

Among These Thorns
𝐴 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘

   I felt pungent thorns against my heels as I walked toward him to say goodbye. He smiled at me, and my steps quickened. When I reached him, I wrapped my arms around him, and the colossal vitality of my desires urged me to never let go.
   My whole body turned languid when his slender fingers brushed my hair. I momentarily forgot where I was and let tears take over my being. The violent shakes of my shoulders caused him to tighten his arms around me.
“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” My voice was on the verge of breaking.
“Of course,”  He took a hold of my hand and squeezed it gently, “Every time I wake up.”
I had thrown myself on the tempestuous sea of improbable love, doomed to never have the happiest of endings. But his voice composed me, with its feverish warmth and delicate rhythm– his voice was of a nightingale’s to my ears.
  I felt myself drifting away from reality when we broke apart and I was forced to leave.
  It was when I was already miles away that calmness returned to me.
“You’re still young, you’ll find someone else,” The words of my father did so little to comfort me. In fact, it hurt me how easily he dismissed my feelings, how easily he thought distance and strangers could replace someone who had been embedded in my heart since the very first day we exchanged words. But after two years, I started to think that my father was right.
Waiting for something I wasn’t sure would come was excruciatingly painful. And I greeted that pain like an old friend.
  It was like a drill, a routine, checking the mailbox every day, even on Sundays. But for seven hundred and thirty days, I found no mail addressed to me.
  It wasn’t indifference that grew when I received no news about him, it was curiosity. Every night, I asked the stars what made him forsake me. And the silence was a killer.
Day seven hundred and thirty-one of checking the mailbox was the last straw. I decided to visit him.
Very little changed in the town where he lived. The sky astonished me the same as when I saw it the first time. Purple and bright pink overlap, with thin strays of grey all over. A memory of us starring at the scenery together left me frozen.
“You have come a long way, young lady.” I turned with rushed emotions, and I was met by the face of an old woman. Her skin was full of creases, her hair white, but her eyes were the colour of hazel that bloomed life. After a brief introduction, I found out that she was his grandmother. And it seems like she found out something about me too. Whatever little hope I had of finding him was rejuvenated by this recent discovery.
  “I’m his…”
  “Lover?”
I tilted my head, confused why she knew. “My grandson was not very secretive,”
I felt something cold run down my spine, “Was?”
As if on cue, she instinctively covered her mouth in shock, “You didn’t know?” And my heart fell on the ground with a loud thump only I could hear.
He died the day I left.
He attempted to chase me but got into an unfortunate accident on his way. Hearing the story left me with lingering unfathomable thoughts. I felt my chest tighten, and my body ever so heavy. I sank to the ground, blackness feathering the edges of my vision. It wasn’t the elusive acceptance that made my eyes water, it was the understanding that if we did not enter this sea, we wouldn’t be drowning right now. I wouldn't be drowning right now.  If only I knew what the consequences were, I would have pushed him away.
  For an instant, I wished the reason for his not writing was as simple as hatred or lack of interest. It would have been better if he did not love me so much. He wouldn't have chased me. He wouldn't have died.  I wouldn’t be experiencing this intolerable pain.
  We promised that we will be by each other’s side forever. Turns out forever wasn't meant for promises, it was only meant for memories.
  I felt pungent thorns against my heels as I walked toward his grave to say hello. 
   Among these thorns, he was the most painful. But it was the kind of pain that I wanted to stay.

(A/n): I actually updated?
Hello hi yes I'm still alive !!!
Sorry for, like, disappearing! But in my defense, I wrote quite a lot, revised quite a lot, but it was for the story I'm making which, btw, I revised for almost 100000x now. And I haven't even reached chapter 2 !!!!!!
But anyway, I hope ur doing well.

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