For Her

One

     What is life? What does it hold for us? We enter this world knowing nothing. We know nothing of how we will live out our lives. We are entirely unaware of what our future holds. We start off with such innocence, and yet over time this dwindles and we are left with nothing but bitterness and the regret of the decisions we have made. By then it is too late to correct ourselves. It leaves us wondering, is there a meaning behind any of it? Is there a reason? Life can be such a troubling thing. It can make us forget our meaning; our purpose. Life can be happy at one moment, but in a sudden blink of an eye it can all be lost. It can leave us with nothing. We can find ourselves lost in a dark empty void; struggling to fill it with meaning.

     Life can be filled with pain, and sorrow. It can lead us into a darkness where we loose our way. But through this darkness, we must not forget what our meaning is; what it is that keeps us fighting. That one last bit of happiness, that makes our struggle worth it, it is that light that guides us from the dark.

      Thud, thud. Life is not what we plan it. Thud, thud. We can do only but hope. Thud, thud. Iker stood, his feet resting into the thin layer of snow. Thud, thud. He stared into the distance, a gather of snow covered trees stood ahead and around him. It made him feel at peace. Thud, thud. He was listening. Thud, thud. It was quiet, where he stood, which was an area just outside the city. Thud, thud. He heard nothing but his heartbeat, which was soft and seemed to be slowing. Thud, thud. Iker remained still, breathing calmly, his breath crystallizing in the cold air as he exhaled. Thud, thud. It was growing difficult for him to breathe, and his breaths became heavier. Thud, thud. But this didn't seem to matter. All his pain. Thud, thud. It all seemed so irrelevant. Thud, thud. His heartbeat slowed, its beat becoming fainter.

       Thud, thud. Iker slowly brought himself to the ground, resting his knees into the cold snow. He arched his body over, his right hand offering support against the ground, holding him up. His bare palm getting colder as it imprinted deeper into the snow. Thud, thud. The pain was becoming stronger as warm blood seeped through his jacket. Thud, thud. But Iker was in no panic, and remained calm. He merely covered his wounded side with his free hand. Blood filled the gaps between his fingers in almost an instant, causing the red fluid to trickle down the back of his hand and fall delicately into the snow. Thud, thud. Soon there was a dark red blotch of blood, contrasting in the pale snow. Thud, thud. Iker closed his eyes, resting his eyelids softly. Thud, thud.

      What is pain? Thud, thud. His heartbeat became faint. Thud. What is our purpose? Thud. Why do we struggle? Thud...thud...thud...