Traitor.
Cold and dark was the night over the city. Cold as their blood and dark as their shattered hearts. Carrying a leather jacket over his shoulder he walked along the roadside. She was beside him. Wrapped in an embroidered shawl she matched his footsteps. Threads of grief traced the motifs of the scars of her past around her being.
'You don't seem well these days as if you have been sick since centuries. As if the moon has snatched your glow.'
He remarked in a worried tone. His heart ached to see her this dull.
'It's not the physical sickness that is fatal but.. the inner one. The sickness of heart, the sickness of mind, the sickness of spirit, the sickness of soul.'
She said in between short coughs.
Her head drooped like an autumn tree and her trembling hands hid under the shawl.
'The former one can be cured. But the later one, it makes you numb.. Slowly eating you inside out.'
'Why is this so?'
He asked politely as he lit the lighter to burn the cigarette but couldn't.
'I am a traitor. A traitor for my own peace. I lost what I was in trying to become what I was not. I killed my delights by the lies of betterment. I betrayed my success in greed of being best.'
She answered in a defeated tone.
Carrying their sins over their shoulders, they walked past the blissful city. Seconds mumbled the verses of pity in the air.
There was a burden. A burden invading their inner will.
