The lies that shadows speak of……
The darkness began speaking to them, whispering, one shadow to another and that shadow cautiously would relay the message to him or her. Each dark corner would watch them intently waiting for a reaction. But none came. The man of confusion and the woman of comfort simply sat there looking at each other, straight in the eyes. One wondered how the woman could look into his eyes for so long, for the gold that surrounded his iris was so catastrophic in beauty. And so they sat there.
"Don't you know I suffer?" he slowly whispered, the fragile silence breaking , signaling a wave of rushed whispers in the shadows.
"Do you know how much sleep I lose?" he said louder this time, careless of the delicate newborn silence that had been accumulating.
The whispers reached a peak and silenced themselves instantly. Waiting, watching.
"I know "she simply replied
"Then why?" his voice was cold unlike every other part of his body, infested with raging, unseen flames.
"Why not?"
Whispers, whispers, whispers…