She couldn’t bare it anymore. She tried to resist it, clinging on to that single ray of hope; but even that was engulfed by the imminent darkness of that never-ending night, as she sank further into her despair.
She couldn’t stop him.
officially spell bound. bloody amazing.
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He gazed beyond the outlying city at the dawning blue gradient of the early morning sky. His thoughts, his eyes, his ears, fixated upon the developing circular light that distinguished itself from the cerulean atmosphere around.
Everything else seemed irrelevant. The gradual fading creaks of the midnight crickets as a rooster’s cock-a-doodle doo and sparrows chirps overpowered; greeting the light, bidding farewell to the dark – The suburban desert while the sand fluttered at the gentle soothing daybreak breeze -(slightly further along) the urban jungle towering above all stood sinisterly still as if a ticking time bomb. A few minutes to the destruction of the liberating silence – a few minutes to the explosion of wild crowds, rapidly swung briefcases and the rumbling of traffic. However he was deaf to the sounds, blurred to the sights - All utterly and absolutely irrelevant.
The circular light grew closer, the sky illuminated further.
Now closer, and lower. Closer. Lower. Bigger.
The object began to shape, a marvelous illusion of metamorphosis. A dome, the blunt top pointed towards him, appeared out of the blue - the circular lights which by now had divided into two, one on either side – eventually the floating dome extended – then on either side of this marvel appeared narrowing outward protrusions – wings made of pure steel. Finally the airplane revealed itself.
Then there was noise – familiar noise. Nights he used to lay there at this nuisance of reverberation, completely unsupportive to the inconsistent night sweats and the erratic patterns of insomnia. However, at this dawn the noise seemed ever so welcoming.
Today the long wait was about to conclude. At the break of this sunrise, she would have finally arrived. A downpour of excitement within made him shiver, the hair on his arms erect as ever – as the magnificent object hovered towards and over his two storey house. The plane had exposed its true dimensions now, the sound bizarre and ear-wrecking . It did not affect him, not today it would not.
His neck stretched backwards, his toes tipped as the object strayed just above him. It felt so close that he chuckled at the absurd thought of stretching his hands and clutching on to bottom four wheels that had just unfastened in preparation for touchdown on the runway sited about 4 miles from his house. He had the need to wave, however his mind reinstated maturity and prevented him from doing so.
He wondered if only he was capable to sprint to his roof - jump the aircraft - get on board - tug her off her seat - and just hold her again close to his chest as her hair brushes his eyes making him flinch temporarily but as usual never risking letting go. He began to wish the impossible – but that is just what love makes one do, is it not?
For all he knows this probably was not the flight she was on, however the hope of her just returning soon enough into that space between both his extended out arms – that space which has been deserted for long enough, his dried out lips where her moist ones fit perfectly – perhaps the easiest two pieces to the finale of a jigsaw whose completion was well overdue.
He leapt in joy, a smile from ear to ear, that radiance on his face so visible and bright that even the well lit sky was not suffice competition. He continued, hoping, wishing, trembling – overwhelmed with content, excitement, nervousness – his palms began to sweat while gripped tightly around his blackberry waiting for the slightest hint of vibration. The tremor within his clenched fist would be the signal which gives him the ready, set and go – that awaited outlet of all these enclosed and trapped emotions.
“It shan’t be too long now” He murmurs.
Then he notices once again that well-known ray of circular beam breaking through the distant blue horizon. Here we go again.
5 His phone rings.
The melody that plays strikes him with the dispassionate cruelty that only unrequited love posesses.
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4 I’ve just experienced a very remarkable feeling. It is one of those epiphanies you get, after you let go of something and then you don’t quite realize how much you’ve missed it until you have it back within your grasp.
Oh chocolate milk! you sweet miracle of all dairy products.
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