Short Stories

His Eyes

As I stare at him, I ponder the thought of it being my time. The time where he takes me instead of another. I have dreamt and dreaded this moment where the decision will be held.

He has appeared in my life multiple times. He has left only Pain and Darkness in my life as he came and left. Everything in my life have been affected by his decisions to people that was around me. Him and his brother Time. Together, they have mustered together waves upon waves of Despair, Pain, Darkness, Sadness, Anger, Loneliness, and Fear against the castle of my mind.

Now, I'm to be determined by him to see if a fate that I not only fear, but am longing to meet and see for myself. Fearing the same that I have felt every time he visited my life by setting in on another. But gleeful for the thought of everything to end. To finally see myself submerged from the onslaught of merciless tides that I have barely been able to overcome.

As a man who seemly loves to sin, I mostly think that I wouldn't entirely escape these tides. For they would seemingly be my infinite punishment for my crimes against the One Above All. But nevertheless, I have this deep feeling that I will find peace there, and I will welcome the punishment. If only I am to find a momentary tranquility within my mind, body, spirit.

Once the judgement of me is over, I hope he will let me feel the tranquility that I loathe that I haven't felt so much of. I know my thoughts and reasoning my seem uncanny and quite frankly, I'm just trying to see the best of the outcomes of his arrival. I don't think I can wait any longer if he arrives and not take me but someone connected to me. I think I would force him to come take me if he doesn't.

I need to find the a reason to want to prolong his visit, to want to reject the offer when he come for me. I don't know if leaving this damned city would help or having someone else bring the Lantern of Light into my life to refreshen my soul, but I'm willing to be willing to go on again.

Though as I felt him lurking in the shadows around me, I sense that this time around, something will go different. That this cyclical nature of him taking someone from my reality to another and me dealing with the traumatic tremors that shattered my holy triad of existence even further, with me barely keeping everything together. Everything just feels like a disaster every time. But hopefully, not this time, everything might go smooth.

Soon, as I look him in the deeps of darkness, I felt a hand. A hand that gave me a decision: let myself be taken or to fight the waves again. A choice not many get and fewer are willing to decide. Now it's my turn.  And I choose.....