"It was the day , sky was clear , and Lucien was helping me shape the project. Meanwhile, an eerie sound reached my ears ,and I felt that something unnatural is about to happen. I looked at the sky ,a pure blue lightening_like structure struck us ....
I collapsed for a mysterious reason; otherwise, I wouldn't have .
When I opened my eyes, I felt tired . I suddenly thought of Lucien, but he was nowhere to be seen. Anxiety crept in , and I began searching for him.
I looked everywhere, I even rushed down the hills , crossed the river ,and passed through the nearby village, but all in vain . I couldn't find Lucien .
I returned downhearted. I didn't dare to open my main picket door because without Lucien ,this house didn't feel like home.
I sat near a precipice and stared at the horizon. It appeared different today ,as it were heralding the begining of a dark dusk, one that would be followed by a long and ceaseless night.
Perhaps the night that could haunt thousand of lives ...a nightmare. Maybe the dawn was unforseen .
Everything around my soul made me non existent ,even the trees and wind seemed
to gossip about my deception .
My heart was melancholic that I was out of breath. I missed Lucien as woefully as a bird misses the sky when imprisoned.
My soul had never ached for anyone before , regardless of their presence in my life
but Lucien was an exception .
"When I left my parents home ,I vowed never to let anyone in but Lucien queitely rewrote that curse in his name .
Birds returned to their nests ;some hid themselves in the dense embrace of the trees .
But what about those who were forsaken .
I couldn't get up from the place where I had sat five hours ago.
I had already sobbed heavily;I didn't have the energy to cry anymore . I need some rest, but I couldn't sleep in such a sarrow.
The night was as long as I had expected, but eventually ,I woke up 10 a.m., still in the same place whre I had sat since dusk . That was quite unusual for me.
So many days had passed, yet I couldn't get over it . I couldn't eat or sleep properly.
I would often find myself crying those days.
Sometimes,I would go for a stroll to ease the weight of my sarrows.
One day, I wondered into the woods. It was a dangerous place no one was allowed to enter without permission. According to the village rules, anyone who wished to go in had to seek approval from Village head and provide a valid reason.
But i was so lost in my own memories that I didnt even realise where my feet were taking me .
By the time I came to my senses.
I had already walked two kilometres deep into the forest. That's when I realised
I had committed a crime .
Now I was torn.
should I go to the village head and apologize ?after all, I wasn't in my senses. But if I did go, i might be punished and perhaps I can't bear the punishment. So, I decided not to go...
The next day was cloudy and chilly . I felt so strange at home that I decided to go for a stroll again. while wandering ,I reached a bridge . It wasn't very long ,but it looked haunted. No one else , except me , would choose such a shabby bridge for a walk. Others might prefer parks, Streets or hills
but I choose a haunted bridge.
As I stood there , observing it closely, i realised it wasn't as shabby as it first appeared. Maybe it really was haunted, but the place had a calm, strange charm . I felt it suited me or perhaps I simply connected with it because I was alone, observing it with raw emotions .
Lately, I seemed to have developed an intrest in weird and ruined place. I didn't care about the mythological beliefs tied to them. While people followed old tales and feared such places , I quietly went against the rules. After all, everyone has their own perspective of judgement and maybe ,their own reasons too .
On the bridge , a guy appeared before my eyes, wearing yellow sweater and a baggy , sky blue jeans. Handsome at first sight,an undeniably attractive man .
At first , his face was blur to me . I din't know wheather it was an illusion or if my eyes were simply failing me . But as he came closer , i saw, it was Lucien. In that moment, I didn't care about hallucinations, nor did I care about reality . The image of Lucien imprinted on my retina was enough to make me believe in the realm of trust. I wasn't shocked ,but I was amazed to see Lucien once again in my life .He passed by my side without even looking at me , as if we had never met before... as if we were complete strangers.
It shattered my heart into an infinity number of pieces. The haunted bridge stood silent , holding only two souls , once lovers, now strangers; once best friends ,now unacquainted walking past each other in opposite directions.
One left behind,betrayed and broken. The other ,as if they never cared.
Lucien walked away farther and farther from my sight and I stood there, rooted in place, watching him go. I kept hoping he would turn back...just once. But he vanished again .
"He wasn't Lucien ", my heart whispered. But what if he was ?
My existence felt like an Ash carried by the wind drifting aimlessly, never caring where it lands .Wheather Lucien has forgotten me, or simply doesn't want to be entangled with me anymore , it doesn't matter now.
What matters is....he still exists somewhere in this real world.
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