A STORY(cont.)

SCENE 2

She pretended she wasn’t crying. He pretended he didn’t notice. Everyone got what they wanted. One got a reason, one got an escape. These things are never built to last. They never will. Love is like an open ocean under an endless sky. You can go anywhere in it. You can touch the hurricanes and still survive. You don’t have anything to loose. But you are never meant to drown. And if you are, you will die soon; out of love and out of life too.  

Ray tried to leave as soon as possible, taking the help of hard words and emotionless gestures. He asked Zegh how she was and just left with an excuse. How could he see her cry? Who was she to her? A girl who was in need of pity? After all, Ray destroyed the only thing that was sacred to Zegh. That was a terrible luck Ray had that day. He killed her only love, Leo.

Under the yellow lights of kitchen, in the house where memories were the prizes; walls always dressed with photographs but where cries and screams went un-echoed and unheard. Truth? Isn’t that a synonym of lie? We have been taught wrong. In those last few moments, we remember only our loves. No home, no smiles, no cries. Just some faces. Like we are about sense their touch again; we are running towards them under the clouds of heavens but suddenly that dream ends. No one knows where it’s gone. It’s just gone. Just like people. Disappeared in the shadows of light; the only thing we cannot see. The magic of time; the leader of our minds always there to comfort and laugh at us. Looks like time always had a hard time over prioritizing between things. And in that hurry, it probably makes some tiny terrible mistakes. The mistakes, which no one can change. Not even the god above; not even the god in us. Zegh just finished cleaning dishes when Ray left and again went in her room which was painted with light green color but was covered with darkness. She laid on her bed in a try to fall asleep. But all she could think was about Leo.   

All we know is how to take. They forget to tell us that we should only take what is ours. There were never safe houses for pains but there are now. We made them, from nothing.