Cloaked Lust

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

There's a dark room.

A room full of books, and rather complicated tools, and somewhat old ornaments. A lot of paintings hang on the wall, all forms of landscape anyone could think of.

Around those shelves of books, and other piles of it placed on the floor, is a table.

There is a silhouette of a person, scribbling on a piece of scented paper. This person seems irritated, and every letter the ink makes some blotches that causes perforations in the paper.

"No, it's not enough," saad nito na pagalit, at saka nilukot ang papel, sabay tapon sa basurahan.

Kapansin-pansin na ang basurahan sa tabi ng lamesa nito ay puno na, kaya ang papel na kaniyang itinapon, matapos tumama sa tumpok ng mga papel sa basurahan, ay napunta lang din sa sahig.

Ginulo niya ang kaniyang buhok sa sobrang inis. Ibinaba niya ang kaniyang panulat, at saka kinusot ang mga mata.

It's already three o'clock in the morning, as seen from the big antique clock on the side, with its loud tick-tock echoing inside the room.

The person who was sitting then stood up, and walks toward another table with a bottle of water and sandwiches on a plate.

Famished and thirsty, the person helped themselves and started to eat.

While eating, the person stares at a painting hanging on the wall. It's a girl with a bright smile, in a dark blue dress. She seems to reach out to something, and if someone sees this, they will say it reaches out to them.

The person then smiles at it. The thought and the sight of the girl in the dark blue dress seems to make him feel a lot better.

"I've found you, at last. All I need to do is make a perfect letter for you. I may be loving you from the dark, but it will be worth it."

They drink all the water in the bottle, and wipe their mouth with the back of their hand.

"Now, let's get back to work."

Nag-inat ito nang bahagya, at saka umupo muli para magsulat. This time, slow but precise writing, from this person who was just minutes away from losing their mind, is now collected and calm.

All of the words coming out of the pen are just like how water flows within a river: just calm, and no disturbances.

After some time, they put their pen down. The "letter" is now finished, which made him happy.

Isinilid niya ang papel sa loob ng isang sobre, nilagyan ng seal, at saka inilagay sa loob ng kaniyang drawer.

It's finished, nasabi niya sa kaniyang isip. Nag-inat siyang muli, at napansin ang liwanag ng sumisikat na araw. Napagtanto niyang inabot siya ng magdamag sa pagsusulat ng liham na iyon.

A letter that won't ever be received by its specified receiver.