Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Time to leave
She was standing in a shadow, by the window, her little fists curled under her scarf.
It is time to leave, he said. She turned her gaze towards him: are you going to be back soon? He just stood up silent. You cannot die on me, she said. He started limping towards the door. You are not allowed to die, not before you kiss me. He was now turning to her voice: Why? Why even wish to change me? Love! I wish not to change you. I just wish not to lose you. He was now limping towards her smile. First time when she took the courage to say it Love. First time when he saw her. No ornaments, just molten gold. He curled his hands around her shoulders and kissed her.
it is kind of soapy, sugary but I had not slept much lately and it starts to affect me. I get into those teary moods all the time nowadays.