Solitude filled with songs of the past memories is something out of this world. It allows you to replay the film of your life and watch the part you like the most. One moment You get high on rewinding the happy skies and the other moment you are dissolving in grief on recalling the brutal lies.She opened the old letter to read it again. It was still fragrant with his scent just like the memories which were still fresh in her mind. The paper had started to turn yellow and so did her advancing skin.
Setting her spectacles on her nose she started to read it.
The lavenders present in the vase beside her began to exhale more strongly to fill her breathes with their aroma.
Suddenly, she was eighteen again.
“One day, you’ll sit on your couch and the sun will shine smoothly over your skin;
You’ll replay your old songs and the tears will still sting.
You’ll hear my voice in the rhythms of your songs;
Then it’ll struck to you that it were my arms to where you belonged;
But Sweetheart, I am afraid, I will not stay that long.”
He had said it a day before he left her. His voice was gloomy and quivered with fear.
She flinched and All the wrinkles returned to their original place.
She left her suffocating chair and went out to watch the night sky.
“I’ll be with you like the Moon. If I don’t come, i’ll send the stars for you. Just remember that, I’m here with you no matter what.”
He had promised her that night when she was the most insecure about life. She had put all her trust on him when the time had taken her trust from her own self.
She smiled and the wrinkles returned more ferociously to their place this time.
She drooped her eyes to watch the busy road. A car advanced towards her street with its headlights piercing through the darkness of the night.
Suddenly the calm air was filled with chaos; sharp headlights, screaming, blood, car honking and cries.
She shut her eyes and turned her back to the road. She tried to find the moon. She failed to locate even a single star.
“I’ll send the stars, I’ll be here.”
Her head was pounding with pain and the blood had started to rush with a great force across her old veins. Her face was pale but her eyes, blood shot.
“I am afraid, I might not stay that long.”
It rattled in her head. She looked in the sky to find a star for one last time. There were dark clouds swallowing her stars.
She found nothing. He was gone.
She blacked out.