Surprise by Uma!
This is sort of an epilogue to Gina's...Pls see if you can add it...
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A sigh.
A Wind.
A soft breeze running through the staircase, pushing the door aside, shaking fabrics and lights.
Light.
A soft, golden light, caressing closed eyelids, closed eyelids over dark chocolate depths.
A golden glow shone around it, an aura filled the empty space, heating, warm, welcoming.
Empty?
As the darkness dissipated, it wasn't. It was gold, gold surrounding the soft emerald blue satin sheets, gold surrounding the wooden four posters, the dark red curtains, the ornate antiques and discarded attires lying about.
The golden glow went, darkness taking over once more, pressing darkness against imaginary realms, memories not to be awaken.
Gold.
Golden light once more.
A soft snore.
A small giggle escaped, a delicate and small hand rushing to cover it. Blushing cheeks over sleepy eyes, staring.
Then a soft weight.
An arm around a waist, resting there, keeping it close, warm, loving.
Had it been there for long? It seemed, as no movement betrayed it, none more than a soft breathing…and soft sighs.
Chocolate depths moved upwards, onto a peaceful and resting chest. Like twinkling stars, they told a story, a story few could read, few would ever know.
Rejoiced would be the one who would. Rejoiced, complete, the one who understands, who feels.
A finger traced the contours… a sweet touch , a knowledge, a reading. Reading what there was to read, a story, a story of a life, of several lives and worlds, resting on the golden lit bed.
Innocence. Innocence of a childhood long forgotten, Innocence of excitement, surroundings, lights and beings…
A tie. A strong tie joining lines, the tie of friendship, innocent friendship, pure, eternal in the centre.
A fate that was to decide for the rest, a friendship one could never break, tear apart, a mingling of sorts one would never see.
Joined.
Happy.
And cuts of fear. Cuts of fear running through the stomach, marking each thought of pain, of loss, of weakness. Fear like one would never know, fear like few could ever understand, fear of not being strong enough, fear of failure.
Fears cut short by a strong determination, fears cut short by the will of never giving up, cuts that would disappear, forgotten, healed.
It felt right, a finger resting there, then a whole palm above the heart, feeling its soft beat, wishing to memorise its sound, wishing to hold it tight, feeling its own blood running through its thin veins in the same, slow, peaceful motion, like it belonged there. …..Under the golden glow of morning.
A small twitch awakening.
Dark chocolate eyes raised slightly in alarm, facing now open caramel chocolate depths, staring back at it through semi-closed eyelids, the shadow of sleep still evident behind its stare.
Its welcoming, charming, stare.
Blushed cheeks at being caught staring appeared.
"Good' 'Morning" came a slightly groggy voice.
A smile.
Two smiles matching each other in happiness, fulfillment.
"Good morning" a softer voice echoed.
Two smiles that could not ignore the past suffering and shared tears, two smiles that were made whole by the presence of the other.
They brushed, kindly, lips touched, caressing this small moment of forgetfulness, this new start for another life, another story.
Then apart again, though tied for eternity. Dark Chocolate melted into caramel , the caramel lost itself into chocolate..
"I love you" a whisper, met with another smile.
"Jaanthi hoon mein..," between rosy lips and blushing cheeks…. "I love you too."
Smiles.
Sighs.
Never to be disturbed.
Anew.
Edited by Vedo - 13 years ago