It's at that time when she wished even the saying "walls have ears" could come true. Amber wanted to scream her pain out loud but no one heard. Not even him. Her past killed her present and devastated the future. Was it for Real? Get into my mind and I shall see your pain ... a power she wished he inherited. A once blossomed road to future now felt like a cold, dark and gloomy winter night.
She wanted to tell him how she died every time she battered her eyelids.The road seemed improbable, impossible may be. A series of “whys” rang in his head for sure, but for her questions brought even more complex answers, i.e. if they brought answers at all. The path seemed broken and the journey impossible…the love, the time spent together, the memories would were now a question, a question forever.
There was a constant battle between her mind and her mind. The incompleteness that engulfed her seemed realistically impossible. "I want to give you a hug"... No he replied. "I want to hold your hand". No he replied. Was it for real?
He looked at her with pain. The pain that had pierced right through his heart and mind ever since that day. Numb. Cold. Strong or just portraying to be.
One chance. She begged.
He gave.
It was a series of sarcasm that led post that day.
Every day Amber fought. Not with him but with herself. I hurt him. He hates me ?
The sarcasm killed her. The not so assuring future took her life away.
No Amber. No future.
A chance given yet forgotten. A murder not done but death taken.
