Blossoming Burnt Petals

By Ayesha Raees

Chapter three
Words are just words

Don't tear me apart from fragrances

Of memories and melodies

Of tunes and feathers

Of wings and angels

The next day at school, I saw that his seat was empty. As I sat down in my own shadows, my eyes fixed towards the empty seat next to the window, I felt slightly tensed and confused.

Though I tried to invert my emotions into concentration as the teacher started the lecture again, ending it with a long assignment that was due on Monday, after the weekend.

I was going home after school when I stopped myself in front of the Church. I hesitated, something I never did, before entering, keeping my head bow down.

Though when I looked up, I saw him… standing where I had left him.

Though there was a change.

He was praying just like I had been.

Blinking in amazement, I walked slowly up to him. He turned away to look at me with a silent expression.

Ignoring him, I wrapped my fingers around each other and started to pray again.

The same words… I had memorized them by now.

"Amen," I whispered.

I turned around and he was already gone.


When I reached home, I realized that my father and my younger sister were not at home and had gone for some sort of meeting. Though I was the eldest, my father never bothered to take me anywhere.

As I went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich, I realized that the only person in the whole household was my cousin, Neji.

He hated me.

I heard the loud music coming from his room… it was obvious that he had his friends over and was practicing with his band.

I spread butter on my bread before chopping down the vegetables.

I, suddenly heard the music cut off and the door slammed open and I heard someone run down the stairs.

I stiffened as he entered the kitchen.

Though he stopped in his tracks when he saw me fidgeting in the middle of the kitchen.

"Go-good Ev-evening Neji-ni-san," I muttered.

He ignored me before opening the fridge and pulling out a pack of cans. He walked out without another word.

I sighed and glanced at the sandwich I was making.

There was something red smeared on the vegetables. Blinking in shock, I glanced at my hand and saw the blood trickling down my finger, staining the clean counters.

I had just cut myself with the knife I was holding. And that too… without knowing.

I dumped my half made sandwich into the trash and cleaned the mess before making my way towards my room.

I had just realized how insignificant my physical pain was compared to my emotional pain.


Too short. Ummm.

Oh well.

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