Narcissus
Footsteps on pristine snow.
Footsteps of you and me, as the silent hours fell.
Our souls stained green from the day we found we could press our ears to the ground.
Our bodies, kissed by the morning sun, entwined; embraced.
Our dreams, ethereal by the moonlight.
Me and You, You and Me.
Us.
“She lives in my soul. The sensation of her permeates every pore of my body, Overwhelms me.
I love her. I love me. I love us.”
“He is my life. His fire lights up every nerve, relentless. My heart is not mine anymore.
I love him. I love me. I love us.”
Like always, she laughed at my question. Her voice. Her voice like wine intoxicates me. Really, now I believe that magic exists, and this woman is a sorceress.
“Of course I love you, why do you keep asking the answer you already know?” She chimed, tilting her head.
“Because I fear losing you, I can’t stand the thought of you going away…I..I don’t want to be alone again,” I complained for the umpteenth time.
“Hush…” She said and sealed my lips.
I lost myself again.
Really, he is such a baby. I won’t ever leave him. He knows…yet; not surprising given his circumstances though. Left all alone, and dying. It must have hurt him so much.
“Hey, You want something to eat?” I asked, I can’t cry in front of him.
“No, stay.” He pushed me down again.
“Not again! we just..”
I couldn’t finish my words before I lost myself.
You love me right?
: Don’t make me laugh
Who do you love?
:Maybe you, maybe me, Maybe us
What are you trying to do? What do you mean?
:I mean nothing. Its been you from the start. You, You and You.
Shut up. Shut up Shut up. I know I love him. Don’t make me doubt myself.
:You delusional bitch, You love yourself.
What do you even know? You know nothing. You are inconsequential, you are trash.
:Hah. Yet you love me, you fool.
Youre Mine! Mine! Mine!
As our fingers clenched together came apart, I could taste blood in my mouth. Mine or her’s I didn’t know. It didn’t matter, our kisses had always been so aggressive.
“Hey Renyl,” I asked of her while panting, “how long has it been we are together?”
“Maybe a year, two years? A decade? A lifetime? does it matter?” she said.
“Why you're so kind to me?”
“Because I am the only one who can,” she replied.
“I don’t deserve being loved,” I was certain.
“Same goes for me to. That’s why we have each other,” she smiled.
That’s right. That’s why we are together.
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Why you struggle? Its futile
:Who are you? Why can you hear my doubts?
I am you, I am him. I am both of us.
:Stop. Stop being me. Go away.
I can’t. Why are you chasing him?
:Because he is all I have, all I am and will ever be.
He is just a convenient excuse. Don’t you remember?
:Remember what?
Remember the blood soaked pillow, the tear-stained clothes. The memories.
:You are insane. No such thing happened. Who are you I ask for last time.
I said I am you. The insane one isn’t me.
:How can you be me? I am me.
His eyes, his face, His lips. He looks so beautiful by the moonlight. His skin as if sculpted out of shadows and light.
“You never really said why you love me”, I asked him for the umpteenth time.
“Because you are you.” He gave the same answer as always.
Strangely, That answer warmed up my heart.
“Yes, I am me.” as if I wanted to be sure.
“I love you, I love me, I love us” I said.
I don’t trust you.
:I don’t trust myself
Why are you showing me these delusions.
:These are but your dreams
What do you want from me? Why are you following me?
:In order to be captured.
:Captured by? With?
Love.
:I thought you wanted escape.
Yes I do. With capture, comes the inevitable escape.
:You fool
Hold me.
:I will
Its already morning.
The intelligent looking young student stopped in front of a glass cell. Inside there was a beautiful woman, mumbling to herself.
“Dr. Keirann, what is the patient doing?” asked the eager student.
“I am glad you asked-- Alicia” the young female doctor started explaining eagerly, “this is Patient 1033, Isabelle . She killed her lover after she learned he was unfaithful to her. Since then, unable to handle the guilt, she split her personality into two. One that was originally her, and the other, mirroring her lover as he was before the murder. She is in a world made by herself where she is both herself and the guy. She imagines herself being loved by her lover, though its all in her head. Though flashes of her sanity returns occasionally, making her vaguely aware of what she did. That time we have to be careful that she doesn’t hurt herself.”
“Poor thing”, sympathized Alicia. “loving herself.”
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