iincendiia

As both of them stood leaning against the cold railing of the balcony, silence reigned upon them. It held different meanings for either. 

She usually preferred the silence. It brought calmness to her mind, a sense of sanity. But this one? It was maddening. It let a storm of thoughts enter her mind. Images of what could've happened; of what could still happen flashed across her inner eye. It terrorised her. Haunted her, letting a sole drop of tear run down her cheek. She wiped it away immediately. 

Even though he looked straight ahead in the distance at the night sky hovering over the city lights, with a side glance he noticed it. She was trying to hide her tears. On other occasions, he would do anything for her to shut up but right then, he wanted her to say anything. Anything at all. A word, at least. The silence stretched infinitely, tension in the air becoming thicker and thicker with each passing second.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was pushed away when her fists collided against his hard chest. "Don't. Don't say a single word. There's nothing you can say to make me feel better!" She sobbed loudly. "Did you hear what the doctors said? Didn't you?!" Her fists pounded against his chest but it didn't even make him flinch. 

He caught her arms in mid-air and shook her, hoping that would send some sense into her, "Calm down!" He said, "We're in a hospital! And you cannot blame me for what happened." He added but somewhere deep down he knew, he was to be blamed for what catastrophe had happened that night. 

"Get out! I don't want to see your face and I don't want you to be anywhere near him!" She announced, tearing her gaze away from him while gritting her teeth in anger. 

She expected an apology from him but only received a rude reply. "I don't want to see your face either!" He confessed and stormed out of the room.

Tangled Hearts

'You're not shallow!' The angel perched on her right shoulder whispered into Mayra's ears with a voice that sounded like a melody.

The devil on her left shoulder just had to say something in reply, 'But you are stupid.' It complained with a croaky voice.

Mayra stomped her feet on the clean white tiles of the girls' washroom as she examined her reflection in the wide mirror with a scowl.

Her expression got softer, only to become furious a while later. She couldn't help but feel mixed sentiments about what she had recently witnessed.

How can you let somebody's opinion of your life hold any impact over you? Someone who hasn't lived a single second of your life? When you get to live all of it?

She tried to console herself but it didn't seem to work.

The sinking sensation died down only for a huge wave to wash over her again, drowning her soul into meaningless emotions.

Chapter Twenty