The day the lion roared in anguish…………………………….
AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Why!! Why had this gut wrenching anguish been thrust upon him? Why had fate played this awful, cruel joke on him – bringing him to the brink of bliss, only to have it turn out to be a mirage?
His pain had known no bounds, his heart had heard no sounds; her voice drowned out in the agony that had come flooding into him at her fateful words. He knew he had to leave then, before he hurt her too, in his efforts to thwart the maelstrom that approached.
His mind had become a recess for all the memories that flooded in; reminding him, tormenting him with her words, his promises, her tears, her hug, his kisses. His pain had seemed to pull him in, a litany of her words drowning him; leaving anger the only tether to his sanity, his survival. His tormented rage had made him scream out then – a primal roar that echoed from within the deep reaches of his soul; his torment, his anger, and frustration finding a desperate release from the turmoil raging in his heart.
His tortured feelings ate away at him, making him wish for the balm of oblivion. To forget he had ever loved, had ever hurt, had ever lived - lived in those moments when his heart had joyously reached out to her, had gloriously laid out his life with her.
His sense of betrayal had made him blind with fury, indifferent to physical pain; a relief when the blood had flown - seeming to take some of his agony with it. Her need to nurture his wound had made him bleed some more but he had refused to let her nurse it, needing to show her he did not care - for, she would be like this wound to him; festering, unhealing- just, forever there.
It made him want to lash out at her- this futile love that still persisted, this constant awareness of her that would not desist; the memories that now haunted him, their tenacious hold pulling him back to a place where he should have seen what she had so wanted to show him - a way out of this future hurt, this furious pain.
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