Saturday, March 22, 2008

Walking Under the Rain (Part 2)

Walking Under the Rain

I love walking under the rain because no one can see my cry.

Funny how those words just simply popped into my mind. Memories, I wondered just how difficult it is to let them just fade away. My head hung low. Tear tinted rain trickled down my cheeks as I walked away from the apartment to a solitude that never exist except in fairy tales.

The faint song was still audible despite the heavy rain and the farther I walked the louder it seemed. Maybe I was just playing them in my mind; maybe I was just imagining them all along like I was imagining her love all this time. What past is better buried, that was what my friend once told me and perhaps he was right.

Rain, rain come here, come and wash away all these tears. Softly I started to sing in the tear streaked voice of mine, desperately trying to soothe my shattered heart. The heavy rain started to take its toll on me. It was cold. The rain soaked my clothes and it chilled me to the bone but I need this walk. Somehow walking always seems to calm me down like songs seems to soothe my heart.

Then faintly another melody came wafting through the heavy rain knifing my soul. I spun around so quickly that I almost tripped down. That melody, where in the world it came from? The apartment was lost in the rain and there was nothing around me except trees and grass. I looked up toward the gloomy dark sky, for there was where it seemed the melody from, and it struck me how dark it was around me. There were no more lights not even the faintest one and everything seemed to be engulfed in an eternal shadow.

Way beyond the horizon another shadow was creeping across the gloomy sky, hiding it behind its cape. I took a step back and the rain was no longer rain, it was as if the rain was something heavier and the whole world seemed to be slowing down. The melody, now a song, filled my ears and my bones reverberated with it. It was soothing at the same time it was aching. I willed myself to stop it. It was just my imagination it always was.

The shadow, now engulfing half of the sky, seemed to resonate with the song and now it came much stronger than before. Three cloaked silhouettes streamed down the ever growing shadow in the sky and flew, or rather floated, down in several graceful arcs. The song was from them, I knew it. I tried to turn away and run but my legs felt slushy and the air, the air was denser than it should be.

Calm yourself and face it with all you have. That was what Saraneth, Sara, once told me. Yeah, only then I was just facing work problems not three supernatural cloaked silhouettes that just fell down from the sky. Now I have every reason to panic. The three silhouettes descended with the utmost grace and here I stand upright like an idiot gawking at them for that was all I able to do.

Something about them seemed alluring to me and just by looking at them all that happened before seeped out of me and in my mind there was nothing except their grace and the song, the . Snap out of it, I told myself. He, she, it, they is trying to take control of you fight back, fight like a man. Fight back!

With all the courage and strength I could muster I blocked the song with my mind and willed myself to move. This time I managed to turn away from them, turned away and ran in some sort of slow motion run for the air had yet to undense itself. The cloaked silhouettes, as if realised that I was not in their spell any longer started the chase.

As I ran I felt something about the whole thing was not right. Something about the song, now that it stopped, was wrong. That song, somehow it reminded me of something, something that was once important. Now that I think about it the song was familiar. I heard it before, I heard it somewhere where it was hot not in this rain, and somewhere where it felt like home not in this shadow clad world, somewhere when it was alright and not bleak and somewhere, somewhere where it all begun. I heard it from her, from Sara herself.

And suddenly there she stood, right in front of me. Whether by imagination or plain reality she stood there clad in her usual melancholy air and smiled her usual sad smile. The cloaked things were hot on my heels but I skidded to a stop. Anger consumed me and it ruled out fear.

I drew in a breath and shouted: Why did you betray me?

Sara looked at me as if digesting, pondering what I said and mouthed something. She smiled her smile and the song started again this time louder and stronger and I knew I am no longer able to block it. The shadow started to fill my eye sight and slowly she was shrouded by it, hidden under its cape.

I stood there, drenched in the rain and exhausted from the run and anger, knowing that the silhouettes were just a hair breath away; I stared helplessly at her as she was slowly hidden away from me by the shadows. I tried to run to her but unable to. The Song of Saraneth filled my ears stronger than ever. I tried to block it again though I know it was useless. She betrayed me, she betrayed us all. The shadows shrouded her, me and the world...

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