kismet
There is glass between us, obscuring me from you and you from me. We’ve never acknowledged it but it’s there all the same. There’s always been something between us, fragile and insurmountable all the same. We’re rooms apart even when you’re standing right beside me because I am too afraid to let you in and you are too afraid to let yourself out.
We will never know each other the way we yearn to. The most we’ll ever know is that we learn in darkness, shame and guilt, the place where secrets thrive.
We talk sometimes, half-truths about the future, a future where there is just you and me with no glass between us. But there is no point in it all. Because there is glass between us and there will always be glass between us.
I saw you for the first time beneath the changing autumn tree. You looked at the fiery leaves with complete concentration without a single care or thought for those around you. Amidst the chaotic city, you looked on at the world with a childlike wonder that made my heart stop.
I could not help but feel a need to know you.
"Why are you still here?" she had always told him as he lingered in his movements. She wished she could take back those words now. She would do anything just to have him return and be there once more.
He stood amidst the battlefield, time impossibly slow. He could not tear his eyes away from the obscenities unfolding before him anymore than he could stop himself breathing. Despite it all, he could only stand and watch as the blade invaded her body and tore her to pieces.
Years later he would imagine the same scene over and over again as he came across little reminders of her and her warmth. And always, he would wish that time had stood still for just a little longer.