Suffocating Embrace
"Love is an uncertain thing," the words reverberated in a haunting rhythm, each syllable punctuated by the eerie echoes of the empty room. Love. Is. An. Uncertain. Thing.
I struggled to break free from its grip, but the relentless repetition only seemed to draw me deeper into its tangled web. The bulb overhead flickered erratically, casting erratic shadows that danced across the walls as lightning flashed outside, illuminating the room in brief, ghostly flashes.
"Who's there?" I called out again, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration.
But once more, there was no reply, only the oppressive silence broken by the distant rumble of thunder. I felt a chill run down my spine, my body trembling uncontrollably as I grappled with the overwhelming sense of dread that consumed me.
Despite the rain outside, my body was drenched in sweat, my shirt clinging uncomfortably to my skin. Each drop of salty moisture served as a grim reminder of the fear that gripped me, leaving me paralyzed in its suffocating embrace.
And, then, the unexpected and worse thing happened, a loud thunder bolted on the sky and it all went black, pit black, I felt like someone just pushed me into an abyss of darkness. A tunnel with no end or it's mouth was sealed after pushing me into it. No way out. No way back. I felt struck. I felt trapped. I began to thrive for air to breathe. I grew short of air. I was about to die. This soul began to liquidate like sand from the hands of lover, waiting for his long lost lover on the shore of an bottomless ocean through the ribs tightening as I struggled to breathe.
I groped my hands trying to get them on something to hold onto and pull myself out of it. But, it was all in vein. I kept rummaging until my arms began to ache, and all the energy and power had been drained out of me. I stood there upright, as I closed my eyes. Though, it didn't make any difference. It was probably the first time ever that I didn't had the feeling which one got after closing them. It was as black and empty as it had been when they were open.
No difference.
A feathery sensation crawled against my face, as I assumed it might be the wind, cold, frosty, and creepy. But I was wrong. So, wrong. I could feel this slipping down, moving around in circles on my chin, around my lips, caressing them. Tracing over my lids and then roaming freely on my forehead it blew away some sweat streaked twigs of hair falling there. I felt my body draining. Chill ran down my spine and frost every single nerve of my body.
I wanted to yell my fears out but a knot of them had already been formed in my stomach and I could feel it tightening with each passing second and with that soft, loving strokes on my face.
"Ww-hhoo-'s there?" I barely spoke.
"Shhh.." i hushing sound hit on my lips. I could locate its presence on me. I groped my hands in the blacks ahead my in an attempt to grasp it in my hand.
A light, distant music was being played far away in the other black corner of the living room, though, I couldn't figure it, exactly, what corner was it.
"My love." It lingered against my lips. I shrunk in my own existence. The chirping of the birds began to echo in the blackness around me, I could see light falling from the sky just like thick fog in the early evening of winter engulfed the whole town in it. A huge slightly dark shadow of the giant oak tree protecting our bodies from the sun shining upon the world setting it on fire with it's fiery rays, her hand was locked in mine, as her head was resting on my chest, the tiny needles of the grass had been tinkling against my back as we both were laid on it. The waves of the water was splurging, creating a music so smooth and soothing, calming our souls made us forget about world around us as we dive deeper into the tunes of nature.
"What's love?" I heard myself asking her as she was busied in playing with the locks of her hair.
"Love, My love, is everything or nothing.
Sometimes, we feel ourselves so driven by it that we forgot for a moment about the world around and began to live in the world of our illusion. Our world began to revolve around that one person with whom we have no real relationship, except an illusionary one.
"You see, Arthur, love-" she paused as she tipped her head a little up to threw a glance at me.
It's a very uncertain thing."
That moment was the one marked with black ink in my memory. From the day we separated our ways till today, it haunted me like a curse following me everyday, everywhere.
~Shh... My Love!!~
The wind whispered in my ears, carrying with it the scent of a past tainted with decay, still lingering in the air, hauntingly fresh. I swallowed hard, the rush of air catching in my throat as I drew it closer, feeling its icy touch against my skin. It was as cold and dark as death itself, a chilling reminder of the depths of despair.
With a silent protest, I pressed my lips against it, sucking in the frigid breath with all the strength I could muster. "Leave me be!" I exhaled forcefully into the void, my words swallowed by the howling wind.
But the presence persisted, its spectral grip tightening around me with each passing moment. I battled against it, pushing back against the suffocating embrace of the past, determined to reclaim my autonomy.
"Leave me alone!" I repeated, the words echoing into the darkness, a desperate plea for release from the relentless grip of memories long gone.
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