DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental.
She sat on the window sill, holding a knife in her hands and looking out of the window. A tear glided down her eyes.
He looked at her from the opposite house. He stared at her intently, his face contorted with anger. He wants to rip him to pieces with his bare hands, but he knew he would not commit himself to it, not while she cared enough to drop a tear for him, not while she cared enough to hurt herself beyond endurance loving him. One day she might outgrow that and that day, he would kill him, even if it would damn him to eternity. But until that day, he will have to sustain the pain her anguish brought to his heart, until that day, he will have to silently will her to live, for her survival is a prerequisite to his existence.
Unaware of another aching heart, she contemplated suicide. As tears dropped down her eyes, her mind opposed the revolting idea while her heart willed to end this endless desert of unhappiness. She hugs herself closer and as the parched earth craves for a drop of rain, she yearns for her love, knowing that the longing is unrequited and that her life is a never ending midnight.
In a futile attempt, he reached out to hold her, to comfort her. He kept staring at her, willing her to endure it, though he saw little sense in that pain. As long as she cares enough to weep, he will have to will her to endure it!
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She sat on the window sill, holding a knife in her hands and looking out of the window. A tear glided down her eyes.
He looked at her from the opposite house. He stared at her intently, his face contorted with anger. He wants to rip him to pieces with his bare hands, but he knew he would not commit himself to it, not while she cared enough to drop a tear for him, not while she cared enough to hurt herself beyond endurance loving him. One day she might outgrow that and that day, he would kill him, even if it would damn him to eternity. But until that day, he will have to sustain the pain her anguish brought to his heart, until that day, he will have to silently will her to live, for her survival is a prerequisite to his existence.
Unaware of another aching heart, she contemplated suicide. As tears dropped down her eyes, her mind opposed the revolting idea while her heart willed to end this endless desert of unhappiness. She hugs herself closer and as the parched earth craves for a drop of rain, she yearns for her love, knowing that the longing is unrequited and that her life is a never ending midnight.
In a futile attempt, he reached out to hold her, to comfort her. He kept staring at her, willing her to endure it, though he saw little sense in that pain. As long as she cares enough to weep, he will have to will her to endure it!
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:) Thanks for dropping by.
Btw, you write very well, even the non-fiction posts.
Thank you for the flattering words... :).