Reverie

~ light at the end of the tunnel ~

//Opposites attract isn't? Darkness falls for light and light falls for darkness, two missing pieces of the puzzle completing each other//

You can't stop thinking how the echoes of his name no longer sound like your heartbeat but are just the faint whispers of familiarity. His love (and lies) no longer fit in the crevices of your heart, like someone had eroded your edges and made you the love you sought from him.

The only light you ever saw was the end of the tunnel, one you knew you could never reach, or just never wanted to. The darkness was really comfortable. Perhaps that's why your eyes never got accustomed to the shadows behind his white li(es)-ght.

//But what if darkness falls for darkness? Will they ever be able to see the light or will they just start feeling at home and stop pursuing further? Will their eyes ever twinkle when they come close or will it just reflect the abyss of their souls?//

You never realised when he became the home you've spent your whole life running away from. You never realised when the colour of your ink changed from pink to red, blood red. The familiarity swallowed you once again but this time, the darkness inside the four walls wasn't yours.

You've never been afraid of the demons under your bed. Why would you, when they were the ones who saved you when your loneliness pushed you off your own bed. But this darkness wasn't a reflection anymore but shadows. Your shadow. And just like you, it didn't like making friends either.

//Can their interlaced fingers pull them out of the tunnel, into the light, or only the walls will get to witness the greatest love story there's to be ever written?//

You have edited your first draft so many times but each one of them have suffered the same fate as you did at his hands. You kept wondering when did your words of love changed into sentences of longing. Without any period. You kept wondering if you had missed any signs as you mindlessly caress the broken spine but...

//It is said that hope shines brighter than the sun itself but is it enough to build them a home in the light? There is light at the end of the tunnel but will they lose their existence if they walk on the path it lit up for the lovers?//

You can see now. You can see the red dripping down your wrists. You can finally feel the broken spine beneath your fingers. And you can see him. He's still your home. But, you no longer want to spend the rest of your life scribbling poems inside the four walls of your home, not again.

The realisation that you are a lot closer to the end of the tunnel than you thought hits you a little hard today. It's the first time you're letting it sink, letting yourself believe that you won't disintegrate if you step into the light.

- Ishika, you can walk alone love. There are no dark corners here.