Death of Two
No, no, no. It is happening again. Once again she cannot hold her, once again she cannot reach her, once again she cannot save her… It is the same all over again. She is falling to an endless void and she is watching in agony… The only difference is the setting.
This time they are, actually she is, sitting on the edge of a cliff. Because that is the only thing she can do. Watch… Cry… Break…
Around her is the literal image of her feelings: lost, too much, complicated. She is falling as if she once was an angel, in her favorite dress covered in shades of blue and gold. Her face reveals nothing similar to pain. Light is coming from her very own soul and takes all of it with her. Takes all the light into the darkness once again.
And she is the opposite of an angel. Not the devil but definitely the darkness. She was never be the one to open up, show any sign of emotion or ask for help. She was the one to yell, hurt, break… At least she was like this before she came into her life. She made her believe that she has a light too. She made her believe in love, life and most importantly herself. But now she is gone and falling again, again, again… At the very first time, she had taken off her gloves just like how she always used to do. Only for her, only with her.
She would do anything to touch her now because she knew it would be the last time. That is why in every fall, she takes off the glove and yet she still cannot reach. Still she is on her knees, hoping that she can stop this hopeless loop of insanity. But darkness once again starts to creep in. There is the blood of the once broken who shatters into even more pieces with each second passing. Face of a pure hurt caused by the wrecking of a love. And the sadness of knowing that it will never come again, be again. Even though the falling keeps happening over and over again.
Painted and Written by Dilara Mumcu