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Together.. on the road
“Let us throw the Cube, if the number is single, we departure, if it is couple we go on together” he said.
Her smile narrowed, she hided her eyes. “Should we leave our destiny in fate’s hand?” she asked.
“Hadn’t it decided our meet? We wouldn’t be met if it hadn’t.” he said. “But it choose us for a different meet!” she replied “and because it was different, our departure will be different too.” He reverted.
They threw the cube like kids playing a game, the number was single, she looked at him challenging, he was about to recoil, but her challenge evoked his headiness, nodded his head and said.” We will make a farewell party, celebrating our final night together.
He prepared the glasses and she prepared dinner, they did not talk about departure, he hold her tightly as ever, and she kissed him as ever, as his usual, he looked into her eyes, expecting to see sorrow, to see tears which will satisfy his egoism, but their brightness did not wink , did not fade.” what shall you do tomorrow?” He asked. As I did every day.” She reverted, and added:” and you?” “As everyday” he replied.
She went, and he went. Oblivion was a sea, memories were waves covering them sometimes, and they control it other times, to reach the bottom is so difficult, their breathes heavy, struggling the salty water of the past, so long way to reach the bottom, images of the past so acute and the war with oneself is so hard. Dignity is an island, resting on it for a while, holding it too tightly until they return to the sea searching their consolation. She wished she was a pearl hidden in a shell as a treasure love story. He wished he were a sailor fighting her winds until its strength brake him and deface the taste of her days. He buried himself among books searching for answers, which prove that emotion is just something for amusement, trying to fade its shadows, to explain it, by numbers and facts, to remove tenderness and romance off it; the chemical effects of the glands, the mechanics of love and aspiration for tomorrow. One thing only he couldn’t understand, he had forgotten all women he had know, why he can not forget her, why she is stronger than forgetting, why she is looking from each woman’s eyes telling him” She is not me.”
She exceeded herself to search in people’s eyes for pain, to reduces her pain, writing stories, which are not hers, and hopes never were hers, sitting on platform focusing on weak points of others and clarifying ways to exceed sorrows, running after every hidden truth to snatch it, analyzing it, and find solutions for in her books. One thing she couldn’t understand; she had written every possible words; why each one of these is overlooking to her, asking about his name and telling her” It is not me.”
Struggling years within the sea had elapsed, they did not reach the bottom, they did not sink, and they did not try to go out in despair. Is there no way to forget?
They met after years, in a common invitation to congratulate the creative, shacking hands; all facts he were studying have been shocked, and something unclear enlightened inside him. All stories have been shocked inside her, and a very strange story enlightened in her heart.
They went out together, walked on the road. She congratulated his success, and he blessed hers.
“Should we throw the cube again?” he asked.
“No, by my will we will leave.”
She returned to the sea, and he returned too.
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najwanajati
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