OS: White That Hurts
The sky was silvered and transformed by the light of the moon. Which was at the full and hung like a beautiful luminous pearl in the sky.
Lying on her cot out in the open she peered up at the moon which was swinging low in the heavens, casting long deep shadows far down the trail.
A smile slowly crept her lips as she recalled the stories her mother used to tell her about the moon when she was a child. She often told her that one day a prince riding on a white horse would descend from the moon and take her away with him . Her prince would love her and shower her with happiness. She was so innocent that for years she believed in that story. Since then she developed a unique relationship with the moon. For nights she would stay up late either talking to the moon or simply gazing at it wondering when would her prince come into her world?
Little did she know that it was all untrue.
Life wasn't a fairy tale with happy endings instead it was crude and brutal. From a distance the moon might look radiant and beautiful but in reality it was nothing more than a stone. It was lifeless and it was scarred quite like her.
She pressed her lips hard to stop them from trembling. She shut her eyes tightly, she didn't wish to glance at the sky, she didn't wish to think about what her mother had said and certainly she didn't want to cry.
However like any other wish these wishes were also crumbling before her and she couldn't do anything.
His smiling face flashed before her closed eyes. Wasn't he the prince she always dreamed of? Wasn't he willing to take her with him into a world full of love and joy? So what her mother had said wasn't untrue. He was offering her his heart then why was she adamant on breaking it? He was promising to bring color into her life but she was stopping him. This white colour was not her destiny. He was willing to make her future colourful but only if she allowed him to.
Helpless tears rolled down her eyes and she sat up covering her face with her hands. Her shoulders rocked as she sobbed under the milky white moonlight. Everything in her life lacked color. Even the tears falling from her eyes were colourless.
Her pain was colourless!
His jaws clenched and his eyes burnt with unshed tears as he stared at her portrait that he had sketched. It ached him to remember how she had left after dropping that rose. She had not just dropped the flower , she had also dropped her hopes and her dreams before his eyes.
He didn't have the heart to see her tormented and broken like this. He squeezed his eyes in despair and frustration. He wasn't oblivious to her fears and anxieties. He knew the path ahead of them wasn't devoid of hurdles. But she wasn't alone. He was there with her. He wouldn't let her fall. She needed to trust him and their love.
He knew this situation wasn't perfect. Their lives weren't perfect. But then nothing was perfect in this world. Even the moon shining in the sky was far from perfect. Yet it didn't stop itself from glowing. It didn't stop itself from illuminating the dark sky.
He glanced at the rose. It was beautiful but it had thorns. However these thorns couldn't lessen its beauty. Couldn't eliminate its sweet fragrance.
He loathed to see her in white.He wanted to color her. And he had succeeded in adding a drop of red color in her life. But unfortunately that drop was a droplet of blood. It was a droplet of pain. No, that wasn't how he desired to bring colour to her life. Gritting his teeth he harshly plucked the thorns that had dared to prick her and threw them away.
He stood up and closely peered at her sketch. Even this damn paper was white and she looked so sad. Just as she had the other day when she was strangling her happiness. When she was smothering her love for him. It broke him into a million pieces to see her killing herself.
A lone tear escaped his eye and fell on his hand. Lowering his head he looked at his hand. Unknowingly he had crushed that rose. It was dead. However it had ended up colouring his palm.
Lifting his hand he brushed his fingers on her portrait.
The White sheet was now colored.
Colored in love.
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