"White..." she reached for her.
Every sob is a stabbing pain. Every tear is a dying star. Every color of red on her chest is despair.
Her Hope is breaking. Her skin broke up to pieces and are starting to turn to glowing dusts and vanish to air. Seeing White breaking is like seeing the big, magnificent, and the only sun our system have die. It's the source of life taking away all it's glory. It's the kind of death that has no way of saving if done.
Black cried and reached for White, "Please..." Black crawled towards her only Salvation. She reached for her hand and looked at White's eyes until she looked back at her.
"Please?" Black cried. "Don't." She held tighter and White's hand cracked even more.
With everything I've got. Don't leave me, please...
It became blur for like a split second. She heard it like a tape was put on rewind. Then when pressed play, Black's eyes opened and White's skin are repaired. She's still crying--both of them are. But she's not crumbling to pieces any more.
White has her palms still on the ground and sat up--crying--looking at Black. She also sat up, crying with a little ease in her heart. White slowly crawled towards Black while she reached out for her little drop of sunshine. White let herself fall onto her other half, hugging her.
The two fell slowly back to the floor with White's arm's around Black's waist and the latter one's left hand on White's head.
The two has a face, tear streaked, linked like they've always been. Breathing in and out within each other's personal space. White's face buried on Black's neck and Black looking straight at the ceiling.
Black's eyes felt tired. Her lids felt heavier and harder to open... Like sleep is inviting her for a sweet ride. After all, this is the most comfortable she's ever been in a awhile.
Thank you. For existing.
White. Her voice is colored like the sunset. Beautiful, orange, and lovely. Those words felt like heaven.
Good night, my Moon.
The last tear fell on the ground as Black's eyes finally closed. White left a little smile on her face and closed her eyes too.
Sweet dreams, my dark sky.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Thirteenth And Fifth Letter
RandomI write what I feel. I need to cut open my wounds and let them bleed because there is no way I'm letting myself cut my skin. I'm going to be back up again.