Tis once said, on a warm night, even owls stuck by their dens. And on that said night, stood two hearts. Two souls. One with a desire for the other..and the other, a desire for neither. Astute stood the gentleman with his eyes, dark-brown oak poppets they seem, staring deeply into the eyes of his beloved.
"Would you be mine?", he says. The innocence of her green eyes tell nothing of her heart, for what holds within her, she holds not to him.
"I am not to be with you", she answers.
"My heart holds for another", she continues
"And so I must depart, with me and my heart", she ends
Broken, torn, like death by knives, the stabbing pain will not stop. He lets her go, not for a second due to acceptance, but the pain..the heavy pain of a thousands blades tucking themselves into his coarse skin.
"My beloved!?", is all he can muster, through a feint whisper.
"tip tap tip tap tip tap..", her heels echoes. He looks upon and sees her, moving ever so slowly, away from him. From sight, slowly to sound, and slowly ...gone.
The world can be cruel, but equally for reasons. For she felt the feeling of the freedom from all burden. Its one thing to live a lie for so long, and one thing to lose sight of how far you have gone. Thus, those steps she makes, echo more and more from the path. A path from a place, she will never return. Learn, she has from the consequences of choice. When such choice was to accept what comes and make do with most of it.
The world can be cruel, but equally for reasons. For left, he was in pain and agony. How a heart was given then squashed to bits. The gentleman crouched down. Unable to stand. Tis the power of a heartbreak, a womens doing.
But so for reaons, we must move on. And so for this reasons, such choice was born. A choice was made, and that what she chose..was to leave her husband, and to the warmth of her lover's abode. Its no sense in cheating your heart forever. Happiness cant be bought, made ..it just can never..
But so for reasons, we must move on. And so for this reasons, the pain. Not the view of her slow but increasing distance, not even her actions that leave the gentleman's heart ripped open. NOt even the knowledge that all her love was just lies. And not even the feeling of the hope that just died.
For what is said, and done has consequences. And though the pain is unbearable, it stems more deeper than the heart. For within each man, gentleman or miser, cobbler or doctor, statesman and even officer..lies a demon within.
And the pain, of a thousands knives are but a mere knife that punctured the right side liver.
"How could this be so?" muttured the gentleman
Firmly he held up the gleaming dagger. Placed, it was in his right jacket pocket. He looked at it and smile at the sight of his blood.
"A mistake. It was a mistake to bend down. It was a mistake", said the gentleman.
Tis once said, on a warm night, even owls stuck by their dens. And on this night, stood two souls. One for the desire of the other's heart..and the other..neither. For stood the gentleman, and lay the women he loved. And to all to remmember, the heat of September..when in such night, stood a man, and a women he murdered.
4 comments:
fashizzle ma nizzle yo!!
So, who's up to play the lady and the gentleman in my short movie?
Mak ai. Here I am thinking I have the wildest imagination possible. Heh.
Abang Ahmad the storyteller. Not to be confused with Yasmin Ahmad the filmmaker.
Nak a role in the movie. Tho my eyes ain't green and I don't wear contacts.
P/s All this stuff about jodoh and all, susah2 kita kahwin lepas I grad nanti okay? Boleh la aku apply posting kat KL. Orait tak?
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