A Thousand Galaxies or What we are

Untitled Part 2

She said, "I love you". And I kept quiet.

It's just a dream – You and I.

There wasn't a single leaf on that tree. Only a shade of black - Ebony. But no trace of green. He was sitting under that tree. In a black coat. And a white shirt under the coat. A black formal pant. The forest, somehow, was imitating his sense of style. The trees were all ebony colored. No leaves and no greens. There was snow all over the ground. It all seemed like a black-and-white movie.

He was fighting a "Writer's block". After struggling through the whole evening, all he managed to write was two lines.

Those two lines were enough though. Enough to speak all he had to say. His entire life was summed up in those two lines. His whole story was stated.

A faint melody rose in the air. From somewhere far. His eyes didn't lift from the writing pad. The pen in his right hand kept dancing in the air. Only his lips curved at the corner.

The melody was growing clearer. The source of the music was coming nearer. The music. The sound of her anklet.

He tried to imagine her white feet walking over the white snow. The silver anklet tied on her ankle. One step falling before another. A flawless feet leaving its mark over the snow of a lonely forest, where the scribbling sound of a pen seems so loud, the sound of an anklet can be heard from so far.

He closed his eyes. And waited. Listened as the music grew louder with every step she took.

-"Why are you sitting here?"

He lifted his head. The smile vanished like it was never there.

She was wearing all black. A black full sleeved t-shirt. Black jeans. A white scarf around her neck with blue spots on it. Her black hair went down straight her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her arms were folded around her chest.

-"I hate these empty glares of yours."

A crooked smile formed at the corner of his lips again. Empty? You'd have killed me if you knew what I just did with you inside my head. – He thought.

-"Why are you sitting here?"

Did he ever notice before that her eyes aren't black? They are brown. Not brown, actually. More like brownish black.

-"Your father just died, Rand! You should be there now!"

There was surprise in her eyes. After spending such long years with him, he wondered how she can still be surprised. – "Death... is inevitable."

Her hands flung open – "What!"

"Death is inevitable." His voice as indifferent as ever, "Every truth has some lies hidden beneath it, love. Death... is the only solid truth. Enviously pure."

Derik Raymund was dead. While his own son, his only son, only child... is sitting here, preaching about the envious purity of death? She couldn't help but keep staring at him with disbelief flashing through her eyes.

"Are you just gonna stand there and scorch me with your venomous eyes?" The indifference of his voice would never betray the grief, if he actually felt any.

"Only if I could."

If he felt the loathing in her eyes at all, he showed no sign. "Is there something you're here to tell me?"

"Yes." She crossed her hands around her chest again. "I'm here to tell you that your father is dead. And he loved you all his life while you spent all your life begrudging him because he sent you away."