Closure.....!

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 "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" 

- Maya Angelou

The day of reunion had dawned. He hadn’t seen her for ages. The longing for the warmth of her body hurt his soul. His lips parched for her gentle kiss. His heart raced like a million horses.

“We are Soul mates, love”, he had once told her while stroking her long locks.

She had responded by planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He was so drunk in her love that he couldn't stop himself from revelling in the moment.

He shuffled hurriedly towards the Temple of his love, where he had left her, waiting, forever!

His chest felt heavy. He was guilty. He had walked away silently. Without even looking back.

He hadn’t even given her a reason for breaking her heart. He had broken his promise to her, the promise of gifting her a bed of roses. Instead, he had rewarded her undying love with a bed of thorns. Nevertheless, today, he had broken free. He had finally mustered the courage to go against one and all. He had decided to wipe out the painful times of yore and rewrite  their story into a beautiful one, He knew that their meeting was going to be thorny. He anticipated her wrath. Hell, yes, he deserved it too.

"All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name"

 - Andre Breton

He reached and saw that she was standing there, exactly where he had left her, at the crossroads of life, though she looked aberrant. Once, she had strikingly beautiful eyes, cherry colored lips, an innocent face, lustrous locks, soft arms, and a smooth skin. All that was gone now. But, it was still her. Oh yes!

She saw him walking towards her. Blood slowly rolled down her cheeks. He knew her heart was weeping. He knelt down beside her and silently begged for forgiveness. She stood still,
unmoved.

“I am guilty’, he said, his eyes staring at the mud below her bare feet. ‘I was compelled to do
what I did. I was helpless. I became a coward. I gave you up, for the happiness of everyone else”, he explained. She was still unmoved.He slowly opened his heart to her. There were scars on it. She saw that his words were true, so, her heart forgave him. The scars in her heart disappeared.

He smiled. But, she didn’t.

She started rubbing her hands over her vulnerable body and started shedding off her skin. She was enduring excruciating pain, but still she didn’t stop.

He could not fathom her actions. Clueless, he asked,“What are you doing?” “I am shedding off the warmth of your hug. It has wrapped my body for too long”, she replied in a hollow voice.

After shedding her skin, she started pouring sullied stream all over her naked body. He looked at her confused. “The alluring smell of your body refuses to leave mine”, she answered, reading his eyes.

She then turned to the tree behind her and plucked the leaves from it. She carefully folded the pungent leaves and chewed them, relishing its taste. The bitterness of the leaves filled and rocked her being.He gazed at her helplessly. “The sweet taste of your kiss has stayed on my tongue too long”, she whispered.

She then wrenched out traces of his love from her soul and strung them bit by bit on the tree. “My soul has long been a prisoner of your love and I am setting  it free now"she announced.

And then, finally, she grabbed a piece of her broken heart and buried it in the ground. “It died a painful death after you left”, she explained, looking at him emptily. And then, her tears stopped rolling. She was now ready, ready to leave.

As she emptied herself, he started feeling the emptiness creeping up into his soul. All the love, her love, that had once filled his existence slowly vanished.

To stop the Goddess of his Temple from leaving, he desperately started unbuttoning his coat. She stopped him with a flick of her hand. 'Do not remove the coat. That coat is my prayer for you. Wear it. It will protect you’, she said and started to leave.

“Are you really going?” he asked frantically, but his voice was unheard by her.

“We are soul mates, aren’t we?” He begged .

“The string of my soul has long been wrecked by your treacherous love”, her voice was unfeeling but her eyes mocked his cowardice.

“Then why did you wait for me for this long?” He screamed, fresh blood flowing through his
eyes now.

“Because.... because I wanted answers…a Closure”, she answered while turning away.

As soon as she turned away, he took off his coat. His body was no more the temple of her love!

He wanted to perish. As soon as the coat fell off his body, her prayer left his soul and he was
burnt to ashes.

“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.” 

- William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night 
 

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