LikeACutInTheHeart.

Chapter 16.



She told him that it didn't matter anymore.
It confirmed his insecurities.

A leaf flew out of the stack he had kept. stumbled on the floor. face down.

it hurt that she didn't care. yet alone bother to say anything else.
"take care" - the final words.

He tumbled down, his mind losing hope. his lungs losing breath. This was the nightmare he had been avoiding.

He bit on the snake before. he knew that clearly. yet something overwhelming had come upon him.

He trembled. morphing into fits. hysteria. How had he failed?
It was the sufferer and his love. to suffer for love was one. to ache and pain in the process, and wrenching his own heart countless times was another.
The silence of the oppressed forced him not to say anything else.

Please. Don't.

The words found its way out. He lay there, in uncomfortable straits.

All else that she did was to turn back. and kicked him in the heart.
and go on.

the heart was numb. it had been. yet within this numbness lay the fine cracks of passion. passion that broke apart.
Hell was on earth. and earth was in hell.
He contemplated. and begged again. and again. never letting go.
She tried her best to shake him off. running, screaming, hurling.

In the end she gave up.
yes. she did not commit.

He smiled though. as he took it up for a gamble.
a gamble that had failed before. but he had learned.

the oppressed will always be silenced.
and the silenced, always oppressed.
He lay back as she walked away.
insecurities still plagued his heart, but what is a quarter against none.

he was silent.