Shadows

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Ya know, now I myself am kind of not sure where this will be heading. I'm getting tangled I'm my own plot and wondering how to proceed. 😅

Moving on...💃💃💃

"Words in double quotes" - Talking

'Words in single quotes' - Thoughts

Chapter 3 - This Uncanny Friendship

The thing about man is that they are social beings. No matter how much seclusion they claim to enjoy, it can't be denied that they want someone to communicate to. That's why even Sherlock possessed a dead skull so as to talk to it and discuss ideas. Otherwise, he may have feared he might go mad.

Relations, too, are a funny thing. You can find empathy in a person whom you came across while sitting on a bus station, but be closes off towards a sibling you grew up with. The different "ships" were strange and unpredictable.

'Like that uncanny friendship we both have. Friendship...if we can even call it that, that is.' he thought as he looked to the side at her.

After that faithful day, he chatted with her, there was kind of an unsaid agreement between them. They didn't talk of the pact or discuss it out loud. It just...happened.

Everyday she would come at dusk, like sshealways does, and sit on the bench. He would come a few minutes later and sit ten steps away from her on the grass, watching the sky change from red, yellow to dark blue.

As she sketched, the sound of ink hitting the page with a rhythm provided an unique melody to him. It was his song of solitude, a rhapsody to his silence.

The times she was late, he would keep the seat. In times when he didn't arrive, she would sit there doing nothing. But as he silently came to sit there, she would take out her brush and paint. He was her silent presence. Her constant.

Sometimes they chatted. Sometimes they didn't. Sometimes they argued or debated, sometimes they joked over the day's events. It occurred to them once or twice that they neither had shared their names with each other. And also, they haven't ever seen each other.

However, it didn't bother them. They were strangers with a strange bond, sharing the beauty of the darkness.

Besides, he knew names are what started bonds. Knowing each other's names would mean acknowledging the bond between them. 'Bonds. The very thing that I hate! Bonds are what make you weak. And weak is something I swore to never be again!'

He heard an loud huff from nearby, making him look towards the side at her. "Something wrong?"

"I can't think of something to draw!"

"I'm here. You can draw me. Am I any less of a model?" he joked.

"Draw what? A shadow? That's how I'm seeing you as!"

Sanskar chuckled. "I guess you're right." he gestured around with his hand. "What about all these trees and the night sky? It's a beautiful scenery."

"I...I..." he heard another sigh, and watched as she packed her things in the bag. "It's not exactly that. Sorry if I'm being a bother." he saw her pull up her knees on the bench and wrap her hands around them.