Cloudy Liver...

A blur

Getting ill became a rare incident, no one got sick, not even catching a simple cold. Everyone lived healthy for so many years. Mankind was immune, never stronger, leading very powerful and indefieted spiece.

But, because there was always a 'but'.

The catch was that no child were to be born unless one parent decided to give his own life in exchange for his child be given a chance to see the world. And because femal population was the majority, it has long setteled, as a 'sacred law' that it would only be fair for mothers to sacriface, that, they wouldn't give birth once again and also for the male population to gain numbers.

And here we have our protagonist, committing the world most tabou sin, trying to save his beloved wife and exchanging places upon the wheel with her.

Only to realise that dying was easy and what would be left, the staynig behinde was the hardest thing to do. So both his courage and commitement to his love would be.

« Pol, » a gentel voice pulled me back. I didn't realise it was dark now, I was so cut up in the story, on my laptop since the morning. Yeah I passed my weekends consumed by work.

« yeah ? » I lifted my gaze, meeting a pair of a pretty set of eyes.

« take a break » he handed me a cup of tea I didn't notice he was holding before, I took it with a sigh running a hand through my hair. He walked over to the french doors of the balcony and vanished behind the pale curtens.

« come and join me » his voice echoed and I dragged my feet to the patio with lazy steps seeping some of the worm liquide and walking out to the never getting old beautiful scenery.

It was simply put breathtaking, and in fact the reason we decided on this house.

A gorgeous majistic high mountain, the perfect crown to an endless green beneeth its glowry, coated with the purpul shade of a dying sun, quite from a far just like an old wise man, the green feilds shying away from their usual vibrant into a darker palet, reflecting a sens of despair as they helplessly joined to say their goodbuys to the final glimpse of light.

« it's so pretty » I setteled my mug on the edge and crossed both hands over it, sinking in the view for an infinit amont of time. « you know, » I cleared my throat fixing my raugh voice « sometimes, I wish I could stop time, or just make it pass slower » I sighed.

« it's just time, it goes by without questioning. Weither you watch it or not, lived it or not. Felt it or not, slow or fast. It was before our existance and it would last long after we were gone »

« woah, you went all synical realistic Rick on me » I glanced over where he was sitting by the coffee table with a questioning look « you know what I meant. I just want to hold on onto something I chershed, save it all up here, good moments, good feelings.... happy memories »

« yeah, I know that. Yet, it's even more meaningful because it's never perfect. There are only shrads and they are so beautiful and you know why ? »

« yeah ? »

« what do you think »

« they're not complete, they're not flawless... I'm just giving you synoyms to imperfect, you know » I replied deep in thought with a humourous tone.

« exactly, but they're only the pieces that matters, that our brains decide to keep and carry them with us until the day we die » he offered me a smile, standing up he continued « and with a bit of imagination, the still pictures move and form the past, the memories » he stood beside me and he was silent for a few minutes.

It got darker, no sign of light and every thing seemed to accept a shade of navy bleu as its colour. Only the night crawl could be heard.

« close your eyes »