My Indecision is Final

by spyrothebandicoot

Everyone has a story, all of which are entertaining in some way, most useful in another. This is just one of those, where we struggle on the verge of the answers, dangling on the precipice of knowledge and insight, never quite falling over. Where we run in the direction of love and connection and always lose what we chase, because we chase. Just one of those.

3. Chapter 3: The Conversation

I had this conversation once, with him. It was late at night and we were watching the stars. It was the first time I really had the courage to ask him about what had happened, and even to this day I remember our words distinctly.

"What did you do to her?" I asked.

"Do to her? I didn't do anything to her," he replied, not even glancing at me.

"Then why is she like this? She wasn't always this way, was she?"

"She broke, and when she tried to fix herself she got the pieces together wrong. She forgot that her lightheartedness, her caring and her passion, her reliability were the important traits."

"I think they hurt her too much," I said softly.

"Aye." He nodded in agreement.

"Why did she break? Who broke her?"

"Why are you so obsessed with the notion of someone breaking her? It wasn't someone, it was something, it was life. It was all the little things and more. People break, it happens all the time. It's only human."

"To break?"

"To shatter."