The Ending...

Posted in By Eon Heath 6 comments



Their hands brushed. He glanced at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. His heart skipped a beat in that miniscule of a second. The jostling street felt empty, as if it was just the two of them on a long walk to nowhere. Like the bright light that blinds out everything else.

Just when he was still indulging in her, she held his hand and started chattering. Just about nothing in particular, and not even looking towards him. It was like the most natural thing to do for her. Hold his hand and walk. He was lost in her, so enchanted by the moment that the very existence of time seized.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and just closed his palms tighter to feel her more. She still didn’t seem to notice.

The flowers on the way,
they danced at your name,
they love you they said,
wish even I could say the same…

Conversation seemed to just flow. Having no start and no end, just as he wished it would never end. The moment would go on for eternity and more and she would just be there holding his hand.

She spoke about random things, trying her best to veil the excitement, the anxiety, in her. He had come all the way just for her, and she wanted to take away from this moment all that she could and live a lifetime with him in it. She couldn’t make herself look into his eyes, for she knew they would betray the reality. They, her eyes, would speak her heart out. She knew, he had a way of reading them. He could just look into her eyes and know if she was happy or sad, if she her heart was distant or at peace. She would ask him how he could tell, he just shrugged. For him, her eyes were the keys to her inner self.

She liked the way he held her hand, it was firm yet gentle. The way he looked at her when she spoke, she noticed it from the corner of her eyes. She revered in the thought that today, he was all hers and there was no one or nothing that could steal him from her.

If only she knew, he was hers from the moment she fought with him the last time they had parted. A good bye made remorseful by the fight. A fight with no reason but stemming only due to the fact that it was the last time they would be seeing each other for a long time. A fight, for not wanting to say that goodbye. It was that fight after all, or rather the goodbye, which had made him come back. Just for a few hours if not for a lifetime. To bid that final goodbye with a smile. And see her enough to remember her by, for till tomorrow. A tomorrow that even he knew, deep inside of him, would never come.

Silence endured,
Pain that love bestowed…

“Well, this may be the last time we are meeting.” He said, looking away from her.

“Why? Won’t you come back?” She nudged him to look at her, searching in his eyes, searching for an assurity that even if he never came back, he did want to.

“Whatever for? The last time I went, I didn’t come for 4yrs, and then too, I came back for a reason. This time, I don’t have any. I don’t think I would be coming anytime soon. There is nothing for me here.  And as it is, you would be getting married in a couple of years, what’s the point of me coming?” She noticed the smile fading off from his face, which was rare. She could hardly remember a time when he wasn’t smiling.

“You wont even come for my wedding?”

“What has your wedding in store for me? Why would I come? What will even do at your wedding?”

“Why does anyone attend a wedding?”

“Some come for the food and some for socialising. I wouldn’t be knowing anyone except you, what will I do?”

He didn’t tell her that he couldn’t possibly make himself see her with someone else. Neither did she tell him that she didn’t want to be with someone else. Unspoken words poured out from their eyes, yet each shrouded them with doubt.

She sat on the edge of a footwalk gazing into the distant horizon. He sat a little behind her so as to see her without being seen. She felt his eyes upon her, yet didn’t have the heart to look into his and ask for answers.
She knew, it wouldn’t matter. Some things are never meant to be. Him coming today was his way of telling her that it mattered that he saw her one more time. Just once more, for forever.

They talked about everything but themselves.

Pain in your eyes,
you hid with words disguised,
A love long denied…

The sun had set, and it was time for him to leave. She asked him to stay for the night and go in the morning. He denied knowing fully well that if he didn’t walk away today, he would never be able to. He held her in his arms but she walked away from his embrace.

He didn’t pursue and let her go, for what never begun could never end.


- Eon Heath

p.s. - Nothing.


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