He whispered, "I love you."
She stared and cried. It seemed the tears gushed perpetually. They held each other's hand. Flashed, a vast array of memories.They were laughing in the bleachers, seating in that old tiered planks, leaving the world behind. Then they were somewhere else, dark, empty place.
And the voice said.
"Your world will never cross. You will lose him and he will devour by nothingness."
She adamantly looked at his eyes, and hugged him, firmly. A bead of water fell from his eyes, unable to speak, he whispered, "I love you". It conveyed a whiffed of grief and affection. She smiled. And watched him as he shattered in to bright flakes, vanished to nothingness.
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
