He seemed distant. Cold. Unworldly. She looked at him for hours but never saw him blink for once. Nor did she, all that time. Something was off. He was different. How could the world not see him? Why was it so difficult for her to notice anything else when he was around? She had never felt this way before. Relentless in her pursuit of self-actualization, she had no time for anybody or anyone. Yet, on the most ordinary of days, she finds herself gazing upon this simple man who did not so much as have a wiff of an aura. He was like a shadow; no identity, no presence and certainly no substance. Despite all of this, she knew deep down that there was more to him that met the eye. Afterall, the shadow proves the sunshine. During all this episode, she concentrated every ounce of her attention on him, dedicated all her thoughts to him and wished for the Law of Reciprocity to come into play.
With all his power, he exercised restrained. What was wrong with him? Why did it feel so unnatural? He had done this since the beginning of time. It was his purpose. It gave him an identity, a meaning to his existence. This was just another name in the list, yet something was off. She was different. Why couldn’t he bring about himself to face her? Relentless in his pursuit of obligation, he had no time to study his subjects. Yet, on this day, he couldn’t fail but notice this light that demanded attention. For once, he felt life. What it was like for the living. He knew the world wouldn’t miss her if she were gone. She may end up being someone’s after-thought and fade away from the realms of time. Yet he was finding it hard to bring about himself to finish the job. But it was not his call. To question the plans of God. And hence, he, for the first time and the last, looked into her eyes and blinked.
That day, Love met Death.Inspired by:
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