Someone's Forever

85.2 Is Pain an end?

Happy Forever Saturday!

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"Even death has a heart."

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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NIERA'S POV

Trembling and shattering of heart, I came to know what it means that night.

That night when you turned away, leaving my weeping heart behind,

In the freezing night, on soft petals, my tears rolled down, and froze,

On sizzling flames, hopes and desires burnt, and I could only watch helpless,

Last drops of rain pelt down, and we part, with one goodbye!

Is this last, my heart weeps, it is the last!

When pain and longings rise, is it possible for someone to break, not once I believed until I failed to comprehend the longing and pain of my own at something that was destined to happen since the beginning.

It was planned, it was assured, then why peace is messed up, why calm is aloof, and life feels so displeased and vexed. My own decisions are biting back, slitting off my sanity in pieces and I can't do anything but sit back and watch, time and patience to slip off.

From the lost space, my gaze averts and then settles upon the frame to a serene face whom this room—which I have come to say mine, belongs and a woeful smile leaks.

Sahira!

With a few wobbling steps, I reach her, caressing her smiling serene face, a tear rolls off, Jerry's cracked voice rings through my mind, once Sahira left and this home lost all colors, then you came and joy returned in different shades, now, this home will again lose life!

The cracks in his words, the spilling emotions belying in his tone, all jostle me, deep and hard.

Another tear escape!

And the smile on her face remind me of all those moments I spend with him, them and I realize, truth. Truth, I'm going to take away a small part of them with me, breaking off something that they have weaved with time, I'm going to shatter and take away a part with me, and with an almost certainty of never coming back.

Can't I do anything? Anything before leaving?

Sahira's warm eyes twinkle before me and a grin form on my face.

Perhaps, we can make more memories, before painful departs.

Ideas pop like Christmas lights and with one last grateful glance at Sahira's frame I sprint then move out.

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"Yeah! It's simple." Fergal boosts with a smug face and I find myself appreciating his confidence knowing it's in time, he'll know better.

The afternoon finds us all settle in our living hall, in comfort and joy of moment celebrating the together time. When I'm pressed between Jerry and Tiara from left and right, Fergal sits in front and Mr. Black on his left, all having our drinks and grins as proceeding afternoon.