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It was love




"Will you stay with me?, Will you not forget me?" - A trickle of bitter tears ran through her cheeks as she struggled to mutter those words. She was awfully aware of the dream she was having, so realistic that it hurt her, for she knew her beloved one was no more.

Anne Marie suddenly woke up with a gasp, realizing the tears she had shed and the pain still in her heart and soul. She looked at the the other side of her bed: empty, vacant... it was just a void, not only there but in her surrendered life as well. "How could you fight against something that is not visible that tears your soul apart and you do not even know how to collect yourself?" she whispered sadly. 

She dragged herself out of bed, the daylight was no more, just the clarity of a moonlit sky which was slowly being invaded by rolling grey clouds. As she gazed up, she whispered his name, the one name that she had treasured for so long and would not let go. Her thoughts still were a reminiscence of days past, pervaded with light and hope just to suddenly be turned into hues of black and grey. That is she now, a thin constitution forcefully pushed into the pretension of living a life, although everything was far from the truth. 

Deep in the night and nothing but a white silk robe, she showed herself up in that resting place, filled up with melancholy and utter silence, where headstones edified their shadow under the moon... her only witness. She trudged her steps to that only place that kept her beloved one, the one whose love was perfect in her eyes and she was perfected in his. She kneeled in front of that headstone, embracing her sorrow, feeling her life withering away. She desired in that moment to become ashes, or at least to become a part of him who was no more, Yet nothing happened.

Another evening had passed, she did not do much to drown her sorrow for everything was futile, she did not exist, thought she, she did not matter, wanted she. Though there she was. A thin pale carcass of a body whose beauty still fought to resist. She gathered some strength, and in her misery started playing her cello, her music filled up the room lit up by candles, her soul pouring in notes of sadness and tears. Her music... oh her music! It became an extension of her soul and her love for him who was no more, every struck of the cord screamed her pain. Every melody bathed in tears and pain. Her heart beating, bleeding, in such a whirlwind of sentiments that she could almost hear it. beating... beating faster and faster, beating so fast until she irremediably collapsed on the floor. Her heart broken, for love made it halt. It was love who snatched her life out of her, it was love that in its jealousy decided to take her heart. It was love. It was love. 



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