A Magician
Stepping forward, a sudden force pulled me back as her firm grip on my hand pushed me down.
"I won't let you leave like this," she declared, rising to her feet.
Surprised by the strength of her hold, I found myself on the soft sofa as she propelled me onto it.
"Sit here; I'll brew some hot coffee for you."
Left alone in the living room, separated from the kitchen by a partition, I gazed out of the window. The sun dipped, casting a pinkish hue on the sky. I rose, parted the curtain, and absorbed the view of the bustling road outside.
Unbeknownst to me, she returned with two white mugs of coffee, wisps rising from them. "Here's your coffee," she said behind me, offering the mug.
"Thanks," I whispered softly.
You know, in the evenings, when loneliness sets in, I stand by the window and observe the cars passing on the roads. I silently spy on people rushing toward their destinations, feeling a part of this world once again."
She shared this with me, her face bathed in the red and yellow lights from passing cars visible through the window.
"Why haven't you turned on the lights?" I finally mustered the courage to ask, after debating it countless times.
Meeting my gaze, then surveying the living room, and returning her focus to me, she shared something that contradicted all my assumptions about her.
Certainly, assuming can be perilous, often jeopardizing the things we cherish – our happiness, our loved ones, and even our very existence. The day I stood beside that girl, assuming countless things without truly understanding her, taught me a profound lesson.
"I find solace in darkness. Life stripped away everything from me, thrusting me into the abyss of shadows. Instead of grieving incessantly, I embraced that darkness as a friend, a companion that accompanies me when solitude prevails."
Her words hung in the air as she gazed at the swiftly moving cars. I turned my head toward her, observing her face. A peculiar sense of maturity draped over her innocent features, as if time had prematurely aged her soul.
Sipping on the hot coffee, I listened to her speak nonchalantly. In that moment, something shifted within me, and though I couldn't pinpoint it, I was captivated by the purity in her innocence as she continued to share her thoughts.
I sensed the wounds finally healing, scars peeling away from my skin. The lively aroma of spring surrounded my senses, fading away the colors of autumn as the hues of life sprouted in my garden. She chuckled like a child, oblivious to the casualties of the world. Her soul seemed to attract mine like magnets, and despite my efforts to resist, I found myself drawn to her.
"I think I should leave now," I said, piercing through the room filled with the noise of her laughter.
Suddenly, the noise succumbed to darkness, and silence took charge. She stopped laughing, stopped talking.
Silence.
"Ok!" a voice resonated deep in the darkness.
I walked towards the door as she opened it for me.
"Arthur!"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for your company and dropping me off," she said.
"Anytime!" I threw a smile her way and stepped off the stairs. As I geared the car towards my home, the echoes of her laughter played in my head. Surprisingly, it wasn't irritating; instead, they felt like sweet therapeutic music healing my mental health.
The black wings that cast a shadow on my soul as the sun drowned were dispelled by the noise of her laughter—sweet chuckles that freed me from the horrors of death clawing at my self.
She was indeed a magician, a savior who pulled me out of the dark dungeon and brought me into the light. I couldn't recall the last moment of relief from the terrifying memories of the past, ever since her father caught us, and I left my hometown for higher education. Her memories haunted me like a relentless ghost, accompanying me everywhere I went. I had forgotten the last time I had slept; since that night, my eyes would close, and her face would appear. Her smiling, chuckling face, smirking, biting, and kissing me. Whatever magic she wove, no medicine could replicate.
That night, I slept peacefully until dawn perched and the birds serenaded the morning with their songs.
The morning sun gently embraced the world as I awoke, feeling the residue of a peaceful slumber. Her enchanting laughter still lingered in my thoughts, casting a warm glow over the new day. It was a rare moment of tranquility that her presence bestowed upon me.
As I stepped into the daylight, I couldn't help but marvel at the way she effortlessly brought light into the darkest corners of my mind. The echoes of her laughter resonated like a melody, drowning out the haunting whispers of the past that had plagued my every moment.
Days turned into nights, and nights into days, with her laughter becoming a constant companion. We found solace in each other's company, forging a connection that transcended the scars of our individual pasts. She, with her unyielding positivity, became a beacon of hope in my life.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she suggested a walk. We strolled through the quiet streets, the city wrapped in the tranquility of dusk. The world seemed to pause, allowing us a moment to revel in the simple joy of each other's presence.
We found ourselves at a park, where the soft glow of streetlights illuminated our surroundings. As we settled on a bench, the cool breeze gently rustled the leaves overhead. She spoke about her dreams, her aspirations, and the beauty she saw in every fleeting moment.
In that serene setting, I found myself opening up, sharing the corners of my soul that I had long kept veiled. She listened with a gentle understanding, and the weight that had burdened me for so long began to lift. It was a cathartic experience, a shared vulnerability that deepened the connection between us.
As the night progressed, we decided to head back. The laughter that had become the soundtrack of my life continued to echo, but now it was accompanied by a newfound sense of peace. I realized that, in the company of this magical soul, I was not merely existing but truly living.
With a quiet gratitude, I drove her back home, knowing that this encounter, this connection, was rewriting the story of my life in ways I could never have imagined.