Fatal

Author: sky75rk


This is their risk.

The midnight sky blared with hazes of dark blue and black. The fog in the village never lifting as the two of them drove down the trees in a blur.

This is their secret.

It had been years of unsettled, wavy, tangled emotions that none of them revealed to the other. Years of sharing smiles, their jokes and the silence that accompanied the awaited contact. It was like living under a blissful dream, one that both of them never wanted to leave behind.

This is their bond.

While everyone stared in a distance, it was as if they were made for each other albeit the indifference, they stayed close. Unwavering hope, peaceful relations. There were occasional holding of hands and the hugs that spilt their warmth to one another. It was intoxicating. It was blinding. It seemed that it was the only one they both had.

This is their doubt.

But they were friends. They were just friends. And this held them down. They were right, yet they were wrong. So full of contradictions. No one moved a step forward. Both were afraid to lose what they had. It was not a matter of chance any longer.

This is their reality.

Years had passed. They're still friends. They're still as close as the time permits them to be. And when they see each other and be with their own company, they still created a world that was only made for them. A reality that exists only when they are side by side.

This is their choice.

A broken dream, a shattered hope. It was when fear overshadows your rationality that it begins to take over and one of them says something that deterred what they are to each other.

A pleasant change; an unwelcome change.

An inevitable change.

This is their decision.

'Why now? Why now?'. A not-so-silent plea. The past can never come back. If one turns away, the other will, too. Why not? The more you linger, the more it will hurt you. One of them moved on, the other still held. What's the use of holding on to someone who let go?

This is the time to open their eyes.

Perhaps, it wasn't their time. It wasn't their place. As one vanishes from the dream and the other returns to the real world. The track of unspoken words and the words that were thrown away still burns in their memories.

There was no chance.

They held no chance.

The flame of hope they kindled died.

This is their risk.

The midnight sky blared with hazes of dark blue and black. The fog in the village never lifting as the two of them drove down the trees in a blur.

It was their last time like this, and even though they promised to be together once in a while, they knew that it would not happen. Not any longer. One of them thought of a way to persuade, the other thought of finally letting go. The fog continued to block their way, and the one who would not let go sped without warning.

They slowed as both skidded tightly to the right and the other prepared to open the door to return home. Not a word was uttered, not a single word. There was nothing that could break the silence now-- both still doubted, although the other was resolute. To be separated was their risk and their burden. To be together was fatal.

This is their stake.

The road was clearer now, but the other departed with a mind still jarred. Emotions in turmoil; heart amiss. Epiphany dawns too late, a disaster went unnoticed. An unexpected isolation; accidental retribution.

This is their fate.

-Cue: Harmonia-


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