How did it come to this.
He was slumped against the wall, glaring with a dose of high threat in his eyes.
A hand tightly clenched around a glass of what appeared to be water.
The afternoon sun had not yet tried to slip its fingers through the cracks in the blinds. The room had a sickly dull cream glow to it. Walls covered with a glossy latex paint over stucco. Cold air vented from the air conditioner and circled around every inch of the apartment.
Their apartment.
There was a deep sense of betrayal in the atmosphere. With each passing moment feelings were souring.
As she stared back with matched intensity, she wished she could relive it all over.
Do it differently this time.
As her memory crashed in on itself, she was taken away. She would relive it, but she would not be able to change a single moment.
***
"I had a bad dream last night." She was talking to her freshly made ex-boyfriend. How she hated thinking that.
"Oh?" He was giving his short 'really hate being forced to say something to you' responses.
"I dreamt things got better between us. That it all had melted over. We were sitting in your car. It was summertime and it felt so good to be with you again. You leaned over and kissed me." there wasn't much more to tell. That is where the dream ended.
"So whats so horrible about that dream?"
Because its never going to happen.
She couldn't say that.
"Because I woke up, and knew it wasn't real anymore, and I am worried it won't be." Damn, slipped out anyway. She had to sift for his thoughts. Did he want to try it again from the top? Would he realize that she had been human once? Could he look past her mistakes?
"You never know. Maybe you should take it as a good omen. Maybe that says something about the future."
But it won't exist if you're not willing to come back to me and work on this...
It had been a quiet night.
Perhaps, even a hopeful one.
At least he suggestively spoke of perhaps getting together again...
Weeks later she'd lose him anyway. So much for good omens.
Abandoned. The greatest friend of her life, vanished.
She deserved it though.
It was payback for those six months she and he hadn't talked, because she was going through a very tempestuos 'relationship' with someone else.
He was a friend at the time and hadn't wanted other people involved.
She didn't want to hurt anyone.
That old relationship finally burned out and she was free.
Yet, she was not unscathed by the fires it had wrought.
Payback.
***
There is a question raising its tiny hand to be asked:
Do you believe that where one person leaves off in your life, another can pick up from there?
She wasn't sure herself.
And yet...
Some series of events took her hand and planted her face to face with a man from the past.
As though fate had said "Here you need this, you both do. Work on it."
She wasn't sure what life was trying to say by this. She didn't understand the point, but she enjoyed the comfort. The company. The feelings it was bringing back before she could fall numb from pain.
So did he.
***
There was something here. A sort of zen harmony between these people.
Can you imagine your burning Hell of a life, extinguished by the balancing presence of another person you hardly know?
She moved on with her life, past the people who left her. She stayed with this person- knowing with an eerie certainty that this time she would be able to rely on it.
***
"So why aren't you here?" This was the question of the perpetual moment. Asked daily at least a thousand times by both parties.
The answer was, with slight variation, chiefly with the same: money, school, societal inconveniences. The moments they'd spend together- costly, but never wasted. She was determined to finally meet him. Indeed she would.
The summer rolled in, and she graduated. In celebration of freedom before slavery, she took flight to see him.
It was like her soul had gone through cryogenic freezing, and had been successfully revived. She was back again. Staring into his eyes. One can possibly imagine that which would follow.
As soon as she had gathered enough money from her job, hard as it was to be parted from him so long,
They were both able to pool their money and purchase an apartment together and share it.
This was a new life. They were pretty happy.
***
One day, the phone rang.
"Hello, its me. I'm sorry.. I am so sorry. I am sorry left all that time ago. Things weren't right. They were so rough, I had so much going on. I love you still. I'm willing to make repairs, I've grown up so much. Please, there has never been another person like you, another person so special."
Her mind was wheeling in darkness and confusion. Indecision. He had been brought back to life, and he wanted her to be a part of it again. He was human and had made mistakes, he had admitted to them. Like she had, but he didn't give her a chance back then. Things were hectic. That was to be expected.
She wanted to go back. To make amends. To destroy all the thoughts that had been a lie. This person, who seemed to be the perfect match to her soul. Even though there wasn't much balance between them. She decided to give it a try and go back.
She pulled out a bag, and planned to meet him.
She started to pack. Her fingers froze. Her body ached. She was still feeling betrayed.
Was this right? Should she return to he, who had denied everything abut them and forgotten her. He, who left her to the depths of the ocean he built.
She needed to retreat. She didn't want to go anymore. Or maybe she did. She could not decide.
***
He didn't understand why she was sobbing in his arms as he tried to comfort her- it was osmething about a phone call andher past boyfriend.
He had just gotten back to the apartment and had been curled up on the couch in tears. Things made more sense as she grew more stable. He saw the bag in the next room.
She was going to leave him. After all that time of healing up those deep wounds that had been left. She was leaving.
He wanted to die.
***
"Please put the glass down." Their eyes hadn't broken the line of sight between them.
He put down the glass slowly at her request. His free fist tight around something that caused her to shudder at the thought of.
The glass shimmered as the afternoon light hit it. Rays split, colors filtered out. There, in the slight cup of her palm danced a rainbow. She gasped in a deep breath and whispered. This time, for the first time in his life, he had not heard her.
"What?" It started off garbled, but grew more clear.
"...Said I would be with the man who could put a rainbow in my hands. This was my unspoken and silent prophecy. Instilled into my mind, that I could never speak of..."
The rainbow moved. It vanished. He grabbed the glass violently. Pressed the pill between his lips.
Why. Why. Why was he suddenly panicking?
"Wait!" She threw herself at him and pressed her lips firmly to his.
She had to win this.
Love never dies
"Spit it out! I'll die without you. This is where I want to be."
She was crying.
Love never fails
"I'm not going anywhere. I'll die with you if I have to. You put that into my hands when we met again all that time ago, this isn't some last cry of desperation. This is real!"
He coughed out a low cry and his eyes squeezed shut.
Love never ever fades away
The pill was cast out and rested between them. She moved her chin to let it drop.
It seemed like years passed as they embraced each other. From that moment, they never let go.
On the bed- exhausted from shedding tears. From shedding pain and doubt.
A pair of hands interlocked as they slept.
The rainbow danced again across the skin, from a source that could not be explained.
***
No one knows what will truly happen in this future.
No one knows if the future will be like this.
But perhaps..
..Ai wa futatabi koko e modoru darou...
He was slumped against the wall, glaring with a dose of high threat in his eyes.
A hand tightly clenched around a glass of what appeared to be water.
The afternoon sun had not yet tried to slip its fingers through the cracks in the blinds. The room had a sickly dull cream glow to it. Walls covered with a glossy latex paint over stucco. Cold air vented from the air conditioner and circled around every inch of the apartment.
Their apartment.
There was a deep sense of betrayal in the atmosphere. With each passing moment feelings were souring.
As she stared back with matched intensity, she wished she could relive it all over.
Do it differently this time.
As her memory crashed in on itself, she was taken away. She would relive it, but she would not be able to change a single moment.
"I had a bad dream last night." She was talking to her freshly made ex-boyfriend. How she hated thinking that.
"Oh?" He was giving his short 'really hate being forced to say something to you' responses.
"I dreamt things got better between us. That it all had melted over. We were sitting in your car. It was summertime and it felt so good to be with you again. You leaned over and kissed me." there wasn't much more to tell. That is where the dream ended.
"So whats so horrible about that dream?"
Because its never going to happen.
She couldn't say that.
"Because I woke up, and knew it wasn't real anymore, and I am worried it won't be." Damn, slipped out anyway. She had to sift for his thoughts. Did he want to try it again from the top? Would he realize that she had been human once? Could he look past her mistakes?
"You never know. Maybe you should take it as a good omen. Maybe that says something about the future."
But it won't exist if you're not willing to come back to me and work on this...
It had been a quiet night.
Perhaps, even a hopeful one.
At least he suggestively spoke of perhaps getting together again...
Weeks later she'd lose him anyway. So much for good omens.
Abandoned. The greatest friend of her life, vanished.
She deserved it though.
It was payback for those six months she and he hadn't talked, because she was going through a very tempestuos 'relationship' with someone else.
He was a friend at the time and hadn't wanted other people involved.
She didn't want to hurt anyone.
That old relationship finally burned out and she was free.
Yet, she was not unscathed by the fires it had wrought.
Payback.
There is a question raising its tiny hand to be asked:
Do you believe that where one person leaves off in your life, another can pick up from there?
She wasn't sure herself.
And yet...
Some series of events took her hand and planted her face to face with a man from the past.
As though fate had said "Here you need this, you both do. Work on it."
She wasn't sure what life was trying to say by this. She didn't understand the point, but she enjoyed the comfort. The company. The feelings it was bringing back before she could fall numb from pain.
So did he.
There was something here. A sort of zen harmony between these people.
Can you imagine your burning Hell of a life, extinguished by the balancing presence of another person you hardly know?
She moved on with her life, past the people who left her. She stayed with this person- knowing with an eerie certainty that this time she would be able to rely on it.
"So why aren't you here?" This was the question of the perpetual moment. Asked daily at least a thousand times by both parties.
The answer was, with slight variation, chiefly with the same: money, school, societal inconveniences. The moments they'd spend together- costly, but never wasted. She was determined to finally meet him. Indeed she would.
The summer rolled in, and she graduated. In celebration of freedom before slavery, she took flight to see him.
It was like her soul had gone through cryogenic freezing, and had been successfully revived. She was back again. Staring into his eyes. One can possibly imagine that which would follow.
As soon as she had gathered enough money from her job, hard as it was to be parted from him so long,
They were both able to pool their money and purchase an apartment together and share it.
This was a new life. They were pretty happy.
One day, the phone rang.
"Hello, its me. I'm sorry.. I am so sorry. I am sorry left all that time ago. Things weren't right. They were so rough, I had so much going on. I love you still. I'm willing to make repairs, I've grown up so much. Please, there has never been another person like you, another person so special."
Her mind was wheeling in darkness and confusion. Indecision. He had been brought back to life, and he wanted her to be a part of it again. He was human and had made mistakes, he had admitted to them. Like she had, but he didn't give her a chance back then. Things were hectic. That was to be expected.
She wanted to go back. To make amends. To destroy all the thoughts that had been a lie. This person, who seemed to be the perfect match to her soul. Even though there wasn't much balance between them. She decided to give it a try and go back.
She pulled out a bag, and planned to meet him.
She started to pack. Her fingers froze. Her body ached. She was still feeling betrayed.
Was this right? Should she return to he, who had denied everything abut them and forgotten her. He, who left her to the depths of the ocean he built.
She needed to retreat. She didn't want to go anymore. Or maybe she did. She could not decide.
He didn't understand why she was sobbing in his arms as he tried to comfort her- it was osmething about a phone call andher past boyfriend.
He had just gotten back to the apartment and had been curled up on the couch in tears. Things made more sense as she grew more stable. He saw the bag in the next room.
She was going to leave him. After all that time of healing up those deep wounds that had been left. She was leaving.
He wanted to die.
"Please put the glass down." Their eyes hadn't broken the line of sight between them.
He put down the glass slowly at her request. His free fist tight around something that caused her to shudder at the thought of.
The glass shimmered as the afternoon light hit it. Rays split, colors filtered out. There, in the slight cup of her palm danced a rainbow. She gasped in a deep breath and whispered. This time, for the first time in his life, he had not heard her.
"What?" It started off garbled, but grew more clear.
"...Said I would be with the man who could put a rainbow in my hands. This was my unspoken and silent prophecy. Instilled into my mind, that I could never speak of..."
The rainbow moved. It vanished. He grabbed the glass violently. Pressed the pill between his lips.
Why. Why. Why was he suddenly panicking?
"Wait!" She threw herself at him and pressed her lips firmly to his.
She had to win this.
Love never dies
"Spit it out! I'll die without you. This is where I want to be."
She was crying.
Love never fails
"I'm not going anywhere. I'll die with you if I have to. You put that into my hands when we met again all that time ago, this isn't some last cry of desperation. This is real!"
He coughed out a low cry and his eyes squeezed shut.
Love never ever fades away
The pill was cast out and rested between them. She moved her chin to let it drop.
It seemed like years passed as they embraced each other. From that moment, they never let go.
On the bed- exhausted from shedding tears. From shedding pain and doubt.
A pair of hands interlocked as they slept.
The rainbow danced again across the skin, from a source that could not be explained.
No one knows what will truly happen in this future.
No one knows if the future will be like this.
But perhaps..
..Ai wa futatabi koko e modoru darou...
