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Okay. Here's a little Drabble I have written. I don't know how it just came to me and I wrote it down. It was supposed to be a post on Aahil, but I don't know how I ended up writing his story itself.
A little attempt to feel what he is going through. Hope you all would like it :)
Aahil. Aahil Raza Ibrahim. He has been "unmasked" way earlier, only to be "masked" again, with a golden heart <3
The mask he used to wear. The mask he used to wear to hide the vulnerable side of him. To hide the more softer side of them from the people. To "show" himself as strong and care-free, devoid of any emotions, feelings, to hide himself. To hide himself from the people around, in the fear of not getting too exposed, in the fear of exposing that weak and tender heart...
The mask of a facade. The mask of the "unreal" him. The mask of a "powerful" and an unrefined version of the feelings. The unfiltered emotions, overpowered by that certain fear. The guilt, the complex, the undeserved feeling. The feeling of being not able to feel, or emote, or to have a heart which actually "beats."
The loneliness, which is felt still being around the people. The unloving they feel even after being "loved" by all. The love which he tried to find in materialistic things. The feelings he used to hide in themselves, covered by only one feeling. "Heartless" He was called.
If only. They were ever been loved. If only they were ever been felt by someone. if only, they had ever been taught how to emote, how to feel, how to love.
They were never taught. Or were they? :)
Somethings, are just never been taught. They keep residing there, in some dark corner of their "heartless" heart. Too afraid to come out, too afraid to see the light, too afraid to be exposed. Too afraid to be hurt again, too afraid to be at the mercy again, too afraid to be thrown away again...
The emotions, the feelings, the long to have someone, to reach for someone, to look for someone, to call for someone, to cry for someone, to smile for someone, to laugh for someone.
To be the reason for someone's smile, to be the reason for someone's love, to be the reason for someone's care and affection, to be the reason for being a reason for someone..
Emotions, when get replaced by fear. Scared of being loved, scared of being affected, scared of being cared. Scared of being hurt again.
The mask used to wear to mask their 'weaknesses." For they have been weakened a lot, by the heart. They have been put to the toughest and the ruthless cruelties. The sufferings, the hurt, the pain, the excruciating pain which bleeds their heart, the piercing shards which leaves those wounds which could never, never ever be healed...
Or could they be?
And yet his heart evolves into "A Golden Heart." Only to be captured and conquered, again :')
He saw a pair of eyes. A heart serenading streak. A heart rendering aura. A heart piercing shard. A soul caressing glance. A divine imperfection. A subtle innocence. A surreal saga. His heart was conquered, his heart was stabbed, his heart was pierced, his heart was wounded...
His heart started to pain, his heart stared to cry, his heart started to get warm, his heart started to smile, his heart started to feel. Only it was not paining anymore..
Painstakingly beautiful.
His wounds seem to get healed, his fears seem to get scared away, his eyes started to look, his hand started to reach, his lips started to curve, his eyes started to soften, his heart found out how to beat..
Baby steps. They were. To a new world. To a world he never knew before, to be existent. To a world, where he was flying, a world where he wants to fly, a world where he wants to live, a world where he wants to dream, a world where he wants his heart to smile, a world where he wants his heart to beat, a world where he wants to FEEL. Feel the love. For the first time..
But. Love. LOVE. It was not meant for him. He was not meant for it. It wasn't in him to love. To be loved. He was born with a broken heart, which had to be remained broken. Which could never be healed. Which could never beat. Which could never. ever. LOVE. He doesn't "deserve" to be loved..
It was never love. It was a lie. His heart found truths to. He was a lie. His life was a lie. He can never be the truth. Doesn't matter, his only truth was..her
"I love her. I will always love her"
"Is it wrong? to belong for a world I never knew before"
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I know its very short. But I just had to write. I feel so relaxed and heavy hearted too at the moment :')
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