Drifting Away

What? How? Why? We often ask ourselves this, but how can little words hurt so much? The damned war, it started this. It ended this amazing thing we had...love. I can't leave it behind.

 

What? How? Why? How often do you ask yourself this? How often when you do is it painful? Words so seemingly innocent, but can cut you down like a piercing blade. That’s all I could feel. A bitter, sharp slicing sensation. It numbed my mind and made my blood run cold. I refused to believe what my mind was telling me was true. It added up, all of it, but I could never believe it. Dead, a word that drags a king down from his throne of ignorance.

 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Another faceless man mumbled. His voice was low and gruff, and it was lined with avoidance. I just nodded and refused, again, to believe that this was all real. What? I wasn’t having those oh-so common nightmares that plagued my mind for days on end. I could hear his gentle rap from his shoes. Is this real? It sure doesn’t feel like it, because what could hurt this terribly?

 

How? He promised me. He told me I would be fine, but I guess that he truly believed that. The war was horrible, it was brutal. Though somehow, we all believed it would be fine. We weren’t those kind of people, but we were exactly those people. Those ones who were so naïve to believe that fate would not send them the ill hand. I believed that, He believed that. That was our mistake.

 

Why? Why can’t I never see him again? Why can’t I never hold him again? I just want his warm cheesy breath to roll down my skin. That gentle tickle that chills up my spine. Where does that all go? Does it just disappear? Evaporate into thin air? I can never experience that again? Here is it, these images…mocking me, taunting my mind with want and need.

 

“It’s time to go now” The hum in my head went off gently. It was so soft and inviting, but it’s promise destroyed what remained. I refused, how could I?

“How?” I gently mused. A voice so kind I honestly could never respond with crude language. A reply was gently whispered into my ear. I smiled, a voice so kind could only belong to an angel. I was already drifting so I only heard snips of what she said, something along the lines of ‘ just go’, but I honestly half noticed. A gentle wind was kissing my skin with comforting strokes.

 

“Why?” A muffled sob was heard from a man inside a dimmed, somberly alone apartment for two. Why had he let her go to war? Why had her let her pride get in the way of her safety? His breathe was ragged and tears streamed his check trying to comfort his endless sorrow. He shouldn’t have cried, that woman loved his smile. It was all she wanted in death and life. A heart broken smile gently curled on his lips and a salty substance drifted into his mouth. ‘Life is going to be a Pandora’s box. Your going to ask what, why, how, but through all of your pains you will only end with…

 

HOPE.’

 

A women's last words. A man's last hope. Their love's last dream...

　

　

Author's Note

I wrote this up randomly during the night. My inspiration was 'Pandora's Box', and my myhtology unit last year. I think i went a little too angsty though :(