From Dusk till Dawn

The sky looked vengeful, with the obliterating shades of red, dying as a cloud of brooding darkness fell over it. For a moment, I was sullen, as it reminded me of the obscurity that enveloped my life years ago; her last smile. It would be far too less to describe it as a sunset, because it was something much more than that, it was an eclipse, the last eclipse; noon dying away to darkness where there would be no dawn. 

I was sinfully broken and she was virtuously in peace, and it was a painful truth that I had to face, every time I walked over to the grim graveyard that reminded me of my own harmony that I had been craving for years now. My thoughts had been virtually clouded, my mind numb, unable to even contemplate what I was supposed to do with my life anymore. I was in a deep paranoia, and I had made myself believe that there was no way out of it, maybe because I didn’t want to or maybe because the thought was beyond what I was able to do.

 The nights I would spend at the ‘Morgan Gardens’; blossomed with a shedload of flower, it was a celestial garden, exactly what she used to call it, and every time I would tell her that that’s what I saw in her, she would wittily giggle, and turn away, not denying the fact, but accepting it with an exquisite smile that I yearned for, so dearly, but now it was nothing, but an obstruction of hope, and a constant reminder of the agony that I had incessantly been feeling. The mornings I would spend at her house, with her mother, giving her hope, but it was more of rubbing salt into her wounds, as I was a constant reminder to her of her daughter, but I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t help spending my days in her bedroom, looking around for things that would console my soul. 

Dusks were the worst, when I would walk over to the graveyard, as they reminded me of my own downfall. It felt like a new beginning when I first met her, a never-ending dawn, which got brighter with every day that I spent with her, until I was dizzy with a dame, but it all relinquished too soon, into nothing but a grim soul; my love for her just turned into a distemper that ended up causing me nothing but agony and pain; the vow of perpetuity, an intercourse stating till death do us apart, turned into sullen ashes. I had lost the capacity to cry, followed by the ability to feel; I felt numb, broken, obscured into the shadows of murkiness, from where there was no way out, and I was scared, not of the darkness, but with the thought that I would be poised into it, and I may already have been.  

Today was just the same, with obliterating pain and sadness that had overpowered me into becoming this disheartened person, but somehow it felt different, as if I could sense the glimmer of hope that surrounded the air. Looking up at the twilight, it was a different sensation too, something that I hadn’t felt for a very long time, and it almost felt good, but the guilt surrounded me again and that flicker of hope disappeared that made me want to cry out in agony, but something hindered me from doing so; a mere sight of the same face that had been killing me for years, I gazed and gazed at those sapphire eyes, and it was humorous that I was hallucinating now, maybe it was time for me to leave and she was here to take me with her. This is probably the end I thought, and the mere thought made me leap up and nearly run towards her, but I again I was impeded by the foreignness in her eyes, and it killed me to do so. I didn’t want to leave like this, with a person that had nothing but unfamiliarity for me in her eyes, it wasn’t right; I had waited for her for years and this sight would surely give me a never ending agony and I knew that it would even make my after life miserable, but all my thoughts were answered, my hope for the never coming dawn broke, with a single question from her, “What are you doing at my sisters grave?”