Dark Departure

I watched as his midnight black hair disappeared in the fog. His head was bowed in the sadness of our departure. Tears slid silently down my face as the full moon tried to shine a shimmer of light into this darkening world. It was failing as the one boy I truly loved walked further and further away from me. My white dress flowed around me as the wind picked up, stirring the rising fog around the ground.

I closed my eyes briefly as he completely disappeared from my sight. I know now that it could never be. I recalled the words he said before he left, it’s for you, I don’t want you to be hurt, and it’s for the best. I know he’s right but I know these aren’t his words, just ones that he memorised. Ones that his family drilled into him and ones I’m told to accept.

A howl of a wolf broke the silence of the dead night as I turned around to make my way home, though I couldn’t seem to get my legs to move. I can’t stop thinking about this pain that is now gripping at my heart. A pain that feels as if will never end, on that will forever rip me up inside. A smile cracked my face, it wasn’t a happy kind of smile, it was a delirious one. The smile soon turned to laughter. I fell on my knees and laughed delirious, if anyone walked past it would have sounded like a hyena. But no one would walk past, I was alone in the dark forest, a great metaphor for my new life that was beginning from that point on. I was alone in this darkening world, the air forever cold now that there was an absence of my soul. For that was what I truly believed we were. But obviously the universe thought otherwise.

So much for the happy ending.

This was a dark beginning.