THE bum’s hEre

"His head was on her lap. They were quiet for what seemed like a long time but everything that needed to be said had been unverbally mentioned in this silenced moment. Nothing needed to be uttered. There was a mutual understanding. A bond. She touched his hair. She carressed his warm forehead. And her eyes bored his face. Her fingers followed her gaze, she lined his distinctive features. She observed every freckle, the corners of his eyes, the prominence of his nose, the shape of his articulated lips. Perfect.

His head was facing the window and thought nothing could go wrong at this very moment. What happened in the past- then- is over and forgotten with. Nothing need be touched or mentioned. He looked up at her face and smiled a small smile. The curve of his lips gave a sharp pang that sliced through her heart. The inner pain was overwhelming, it was a long time since she saw that smile. She almost teared but she stopped herself-just.

For him, she would do anything.

He needed her and he knows she’s giving all she’s got for him. To be strong for him. A promise is a promise. She broke it once -and never again would she hurt………would she hurt him.

His hair was soft in her hands as her turned back to face the horizons. It was beautiful-a picturesque view. Just like her. His heart, his soul would live for her.

She once thought that she could control her mind, her decisions, her movements, her plans, her future. But she was a careless soul -she forgot she had a heart. A gentle reminder in a form of pain and loneliness tapped her back and when she turned around, she knew there was no turning back. One would be inhumane if one loses ones care for another. For that’s the only thing that separates us from animals- compassion. Being in denial didn’t do her, or anyone any justice. Her heart was adamant with it’s choices, it fought with her mind mercilessly when it comes to making decisions. "Be strong, be strong" was what everyone she confronted to told her to be. It became a mantra, a daily chant she repeated every single night before she shuts her eyes, for only then would the past allow itself to float and linger in her restless mind. And she tried to be strong. She did. What she never realised was that denial was shadowing her all the way- all these while. How long would she be able to go against herself? How long would she be fighting a losing battle? How long was she going to hurt, hurt, hurt others who cared?

He carefully took her right hand in his without moving his face and placed it on his heart. He covered-hugged it with both hands as if protecting a precious, priceless gem. She leaned forward and rest her head on his stomach. Such familiarity.

A tear formed in her eyes as her mind took a reciprocal visit back to the past and it lingered every so lightly on her eyelash. She blinked to stop the tears from overflowing, too much- she didn’t want to be weak, be vulnerable in front of him, anymore-but one escaped. It fell on his shirt and it seeped right through. He felt it on his skin.

His heart went all out for her. He knew she loved him.

He started getting up slowly to avoid hurting her and so did she. He took one look at her and parted every strand of her hair back into place with a soft, knowing smile. She looked at him and wondered, whether this is going to work out this time. Them.

He looked at her, touched the sides of her wet eyes.

She hugged him with a fierce surge in her body. He felt her sincerity. He felt her pain she went through. He felt her strong determination. He’d take care of her real proper. He would, this time. And he teared.

Nothing need be said.

Nothing need be said at all."

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