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The space between them is packed with a thick viscous fluid; their hearts connected with an elastic band. The fluid expands. It pulls them apart: they stare helplessly into each other's eyes, unable to reach each other through the growing distance, wondering how far they will go before the connection tugging at their hearts becomes unbearable; wondering how much more strain the band could bear... how long before it snaps!
The fluid contracts and the band pulls them together at break-neck speed. It tugs and it tugs at their hearts. And they brace themselves as they realise that they will crash into each other. Is it unbearable pleasure or is it crucifying pain? Is it the realisation of a cherished hope or is it resignation to whatever fate has to offer? Is it blinding love or is it poisoned hatred? Or could it possibly be cold indifference?
She looks into his eyes as the distance decreases. She shuts them tight - a little too soon. Even as she whispers a prayer, bracing herself for the crash, the fluid starts to expand again. When she opens her eyes again, all she sees is an image of him fading in the distance. And the tugging pain in her heart.
The band tugs and tugs at their hearts.
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This is part six of the series "Beautiful Disaster" from my personal diary, dated 6th December, 2009.
ReplyDeleteThe series catalogues my perception of a disasterous relationship which never started and never ended, and it certainly never consummated.