Tic, toc, tic, toc…
They are in the middle of a field but they still hear that clock
ticking. That evil clock’s sound is echoing in their heads. It seems like a
needle scratching up and down a board. The more that ultimate moment
approaches, the more the sound becomes sore and relentless.
Tic, toc, tic, toc…
It is a sweet summer evening; a day like the others. The field is
enlightened by the falling sun. In the sky are combined different shades of red
and yellow, the same color as the fire, slowly but unstoppably, burning their
hearts. In the background are trees. The same trees as usual. From far, their
branches seem to be intertwined, like hugging each other goodbye. From time to
time, a windy wave comes shaking their leaves, breaking the torturing silence
that is like a veil on this place.
Tic, toc, tic, toc…
Everything is the same in that field; except them. The two of them are
different now. Their so passionate love is now like a stone. Their hearts are
numb; they can feel neither pain nor love. They’re so close yet so far apart.
They sit, there, in the middle of that field which, a long time ago, was
the nest of their love. It was part of them and they were part of it yet they
seem like outsiders looking at it, right now.
Tic, toc, tic, toc…
It was in this place that their love was born and now, in the same
place, it’s dying and they’re dying with it. Their whole life rewinds in front of
their eyes, now. Their souvenirs are flowing like a river. That frivolous laughter,
those innocent smiles, these graceful midnight dances; even that anger, these
sad tears, those harsh quarrels. Those confessions, these secrets shared, those
hearty hugs and kisses, this love and those looks. Those butterflies tickling
their guts, these grins reaching their eyes, those hearts throbbing in their
chests, this eagerness to see each other and that reluctance to leave one
another… Everything they lived is now inches from fading away and in their minds
is a rain of regrets ready to wash it all away.
None of them looks at the other. Fear of saying goodbye is consuming
them from their toes. They could do anything to stop that minute from coming
yet they want it to be here faster.
Tic, toc, tic, toc…
They want so bad to be in each other’s arms yet they know surrendering
to each other is surrendering to hell. She wants to smell the angelic scent of his
clothes and know she was safe with him yet she knows he is the devil in
disguise. He wants to caress her and remember how beloved his girl was to him
yet he knows her skin only hid thorns to hurt him. She wants her heart against
his so it can remind her their love is still alive yet she knows in his chest
is only left a deserted cemetery. He wants to kiss her and feel again the
tenderness that wraped her lips yet he knows those lips are now deprived from
all gentleness. She curses herself for loving him yet she knows without him she
would have been nothing. He wants to die for loving her yet he knows without
her even breathing would have been impossible. She wants to run from his claws
yet she knows she couldn’t belong somewhere else. He wants to break the
devilish spell she casted on him yet he knows angels couldn’t use sorcery. They
want the gap between them to shatter and throw each one to a side yet they want
this distance to close and make them one. They so want to be together; either
live or die together, hand in hand, forever, yet they know it is hopeless. They
know they can’t move, they can’t make a step, they can’t escape their end;
because this is fate and fate is stronger than everything, anything.
Tic, toc, tic, toc…
Finally, they manage to look at each other. They stare at each other.
Although they remain silent, their mournful glances say everything, the same
things…
“I LOVE you! But why do i? It’s a mistake! Yet, it feels so right… I
love YOU! But why you? You’re a mistake! Yet, you feel so right… I hate you!
But god, what would I become if you’re gone?”
Tic, toc, tic, toc…
They know once the sun falls, they’ll be torn apart forever. Their hopes
and wishes, their love and passion, their dreams and expectations, their aims
and fantasies… Everything that united them till now will be buried with the
falling sun forever.
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