Neel, She called him.
Noori, He named her.
They decided to stick to names that didn't matter much to them or anyone else.
She was running from a horrible vision.
He was running from his existence.
She wished to fly.
He wished to be grounded.
Sh...
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Darkness was the enemy of hope. It engulfs the surroundings in a gripping fear, breaking the thoughts of light, freedom, or winning.
It wasn't just black. It was the brightest of colors dipped into sin and painted with cruelty. It was unfleshed, unmorphed, and unembodied. It was never an escape but a reminder of one's greed for power. It was a byproduct of patience and silence stored in one's heart, giving birth to vengeance that held the magic to destroy the realms of hell with the devil as its crime partner.
Darkness was terrifying yet poetic. The feeling of not knowing your surroundings, not seeing the color of things as they appear, but as they truly are. A little something like helplessness. Darkness leads to the unknown, the quiet, the cold. Giving rise to something unspoken about the world, something that can never quite be explained by words.
It was crippling with itching fear and a pinch of blankness that put our mind in a frenzy and the heart drops into the endless pit of the abyss.
It was no labyrinth but a box with invisible contents.
There is no sight yet it is bringing nightmares to your eyes when closed. It lulls you to sleep yet wakes you up with jolts of fear.
It was harsh yet beautiful in the most psychotic ways.
Some people love darkness and others hate it. Like every other phenomenon of the world, darkness was a need.
A need to protect the unknown. It was wicked mixed with the worst of encounters with death, betrayal, harm, and most of all, pain. It clubbed all of them in it. Enchanting you towards the end where there was no guarantee of light but only immorality.
Darkness was the executor of crimes.
The evil, one from which we need saving.
The one from which she needed to save.
Darkness was what she could see, hear, feel, breathe, and wait for.
Darkness was crawling its way up her mind, up her skin, and into her heart as she lay on the cold floor unmoving. There was no light in the basement where she was locked up. The prick on her neck was sore due to the seeping harsh winds that pinched her skin and numbed bones preventing her movements.
