What are these tears for?

By Soulbird

Introduction

I've walked down this road,

I've prayed with these hands,

I've watched the calmness of these waves.

Before,

With you.

I don't know what these tears are for,

Wipe them away and they just keep coming.

I can't, I won't, I wouldn't, without you.

Why?

Why can't I get rid of these feelings on longing?

Why won't you come when I call your name?

I always wished to sleep within the reach of your hand.

I always wished to walk within the reach of your gaze.

I always wished to live within the reach of your kiss.

Longing, needing, hoping, wishing.

Is that what these tears are for?

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Machika brought her foot up to the cracked ridge, if this was it, there wasn't long now.

Her breaths turned into puffs of delicate white smoke as she searched the horizon.

She was looking for something.

Her eyes scanned the snowy wastelands, flicking here and there, full of hope. Her eyes were always full of hope, but also, full of sorrow, full of a longing for someone who was no longer there.

There was no clue as to where to go and no trace of who she was looking for, but still, she kept searching, and she had been searching for almost ten days.

All of a sudden, she felt something move around her ankle, it moved slowly and steadily, Machika didn't look down, it might anger it. She slowly moved out her arm and gradually pulled her shining sickle from her back.

In a quick flash she turned and swung hard to the ground.

It dodged and jumped to the side, hissing a little.

"Kiki," she sighed, "Don't scare me like that." Machika said, lowering her sickle and sighing.

Kiki brushed her tail across the icy terrain before jumping briskly onto Machika's shoulder.

Machika smiled.

"It's going to take some time, Kiki. But we'll get there in the end," she said, jumping down from the tall ledge.

As she walked further, the snow began to fall, crystal white and ever flowing.

Machika pulled up her hood, and walked gracefully on, through the glistening snow.

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Living so long.

Loving for so little time.

Is that what life was supposed to be like?

To live would to be caught up in a amazing adventure.

To die would be to be caught up in an everlasting dream.

Ultimate loneliness.

Ultimate sadness.

Wipe those feelings away like you would a tear on your cheek.

I breathe air tainted with blood.

You breathe air filled with the most delicate adoration.

The first gift I gave her was snow.

The first gift she gave me was death.

The first gift I gave you was my name.

The first gift you gave me was your love.

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"Rain?"

"Rain?"

The man stirred at the sound of his name. He looked all around but couldn't move. Paralysed, he looked in confusion.

"Where am I?" he asked the darkness, his eyes steady and dark.

No one replied.