The final Comfort

A twisting tale of agony.

“Hi” , she bubbled at him , looking intently in his deep dark blue eyes. She looked like an angel wearing that blue top with black trousers. She waited for his reply. But there were no replies. He gazed at her face , his head tilted in a loving manner , his face having a cocky smile.
“Whaaat?” , she asks , passing her hand through her long , let down hair.

Now he smiles back , with his sweet lips mouthing ‘nothing’.

“You always say that �" huh!”, she pouted “ I promise I shall never ask you something again”. She turns away telling this , obviously hoping that he will say something now. After a few moments passes , she turns back at him , still maintaining her promise. She looked loving at his ruffled hair and the black tee he wore with blue denim jeans. His eyes were deep as if it held the mystery of the universe. He still smiled , knowing obviously she was going to break her promise , that she won’t be able to hold back her emotions or her , tongue.

“Urghhh..... You ---- You knew I could not keep my promise.” She tried hard to be angry at that smile , but her lover’s charms were too hard to be angry at. She started speaking , telling him all about what had happened yesterday , yesternight and how much she had missed him. He replied with nods and smile. She stretched her hand and so did he , the touch felt cold.  She kept on talking for what seemed like ages , when suddenly from the corner of her eyes she saw two men approaching her.

The men had a coat upon them , white by the looks of things. One of them had a pointy thing in his hand and they stealthily moved towards her. The other had a dangling subject round his neck. She sensed the mischief in their eyes and he sensed the fear in her eyes. The men took her by the arms , struggling to inject her. She kept on putting up a fight , shouting and asking for his help. But he did not stir , the loose smile still hung upon the hinges of his lips. They finally subdued her and injected her. In between her wails of agony , She was feeling betrayed , how could he let this happen , he just too away her final comfort; the only person whom she trust no longer was trustworthy. Unable to control her feelings she threw the first thing that came near her hands at him , a bowl. The mirror shattered down as the residents of Vena Amoris �" a psych institution woke up to the cries of its oldest patient.