Experimental. Maybe someone finds it worth reading, idk


She had promised to forget him and he had done the same.

Liars. They were both liars of the worst kind.

Their hearts revolved around each other and as much as they wished, they couldn't stop the movement.

Time, distance, space did not matter. It had never mattered.

It was fate that had brought them together, they knew that.

So they both decided to fight fate. But how can you fight something that you cannot see? Guns do not hurt it, swords do not cause wounds, and fire does not burn with a bright flame, swallowing up the last remains of the love they tried to destroy.

It stayed. Rooted deep in their hearts, buried somewhere in the recesses of other feelings that they tried to convince themselves were more important than life itself.

Their love was left dormant and in time it withered, but never disappeared, weakened but never gave up completely.

Some people say that to live means to love. And, oh, how they had felt what life meant, but after a while living became tedious and they started looking for a way to go beyond the realms of mind itself.

That is why they took their shovels and dug a hole deep enough to fit their love into. They covered it with dirt and mud and sand and stones and tried to forget about it because it was easier that way.

But what they did not know was that in that dirt were seeds. Seeds of flowers that did not need any water or sunlight to survive because they grew from the remnants of the power that was left to rot under all of that dirt.

The roots reached deeper and deeper and with every passing day the flowers grew stronger, reaching for the sky, out from the ditch they had been thrown into.

And they were in pain. Pain from all the memories that they carried with them, pictures of past happiness and sadness etched into their mind's eye, a constant reminder of what once was and what will never be again.

He tried to run away from his memories.

She tried to live with hers.

They tried to lie to themselves from sunrise to sunset, colouring the memories with shades of red and orange because red was the colour of deceit and orange of betrayal.

Oblivion became their best friend. And time did not matter anymore because it had lost its meaning. Distance did not matter anymore because it was never enough.

It was easy for them to say that they did not need each other because lies feed more lies and the more they convinced themselves of their foolishness the more they believed it.

Sometimes they both let themselves hope. Hope that someday those flowers will have enough power to get through the thick web of lies and desperation they both had woven.

They knew that only time will tell them the answers, but time and distance had lost their meanings and space was never enough.