The stark normalcy of each day is like a piercing scream in a silent night. Such high contrasts to what has been going on in the depths of two souls. The pretense of nothingness is worse than the chaotic drama she is habituated to each day. To be hurt in love is inevitable, but then it was clear that war always brought destruction. An ally's strike was always that. But she never knew that pain could make you smile and being loved could be unfulfilling too. All at the same time. A little seems a lot when replaced with nothingness. A lot is made to look like it's nothing because, Pretense. And the silence of it all, in an intimate territory with no boundaries, yet so far; leaves behind destruction of no measure.
And yet again, she gets to watch all of it, the drama and him, slip away, ever so slowly, like a lightening flash; it will all be gone. And loss is such that, it leaves behind destruction in it's wake. The one who leaves might suffer from nostalgia, but is otherwise unperturbed. He's heading to new world, either out of choice or consequence and there's no reason or time to look back. The ones left behind, among the same walls, breathing the same air, walking the same gravel; the ones left behind are the ones who would grieve. She knows that once someone leaves, they can never come back. And she knows grieving is unfruitful. Futile.
But she also knows she has always emerged out of distress. And even if it takes time, she will manage to get out of this one and joke about it. But before that, there will be adequate drama, boatloads of tears and quite a few blackouts. And she is preparing her armours. She is set for the war, which will not only bring destruction, but smiles of horribly unreasonable nature.
- That Girl.Again
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