And She LeftA Chapter by Jerald Infant JeyarethinamAnother chapter from my bookWhen he woke up, he found
himself floating in a boat in a dark misty water. The last thing he could
remember was her scream and a huge shriek. He got up, trying to make
sense of where he was. He shouted with all his breath into the darkness
and waited for a response, yet he got none. Then, he saw a light far away into
the mist. He started rowing the boat towards the light, till it hit land. He got
down from the boat and started walking towards the light. As he went closer to the
light, the mist started to fade away and things were more visible to him. He saw a woman sitting on a bench and a tree
nearby her burning in fire, causing the light. As he moved towards her, she
turned her head and he knew who that was, it was THE WOMAN. He ran as fast he can, a race
between his heart and his feet, but when he went near her something hit him and
he fell on the ground. While he was down, he recounted where he was
before this place happened and he also understood that she was with him in that
place too. He got up as quickly as he could and tried to reach her again. But
there was something in the air between them that was preventing him from
getting near her, like a force field. He was panicking. But when he looked at her
face, there was just a smile on her lips and calmness in her eyes, looking at
him. She got up from her seat and walked towards him, slowly and elegantly. They were near to each other, yet far, as this force field was preventing him from touching her. Then it hit him, a
realization, he fell on his knees. She stood near him looking
down on him.
'Why am I not able to be with you? So close to
you, yet so far'
Her hands on his cheek as a
sign of comfort and a kiss on his forehead as sign of goodbye. She then
withered as the dust and disappeared. *why is it that even my wish a sin?* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
'His heartbeat…’ She was stammering.‘It's… It's... Rising.’ ‘What?!’ exclaimed the
doctor. ‘He’s still alive’ ‘That’s impossible’ The doctor rushed towards the
emergency room. As he left his room. The clock behind the doctor’s chair showed 11:11. © 2015 Jerald Infant JeyarethinamAuthor's Note
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