Palls Of The Past !

 
            

"It's late", 


A husky mellowed voice startled me and sent chills down my spine. I whisked my head around to see him.

 
He was massive. His ebony and curly long hair looked dew-like in the sprinkling downpour, and his Browne almost molten eyes touched a part of my spirit that I thought I had forfeited. A part of my soul that I was searching for. The part that led me to this late-night walk. "I-I didn't hear you behind me", I brushed the wet hair from my eyes, "I'm just here for a late-night walk."



"In this downpour?", he chuckled showing his perfectly white teeth and smile lines. I felt mesmerized. "Yes", I smiled back, "A soul-cleansing tactic, I suppose." 



"Darling", he took a few strides towards me and rested his hand upon my cheek, "Let's go back inside." As odd as it was for this stranger to touch my complexion so intimately, it felt so familiar. I softened in his presence for a second before backing away. "I'm- I'm okay thank you", I laughed nervously, "I should head back home."


He dropped his hand and leaned his head in dismay. "You are home."

 
What? 


My stomach dropped at the sound of those words! I peeked to the edge of the lawn resting beside the sidewalk. The metal gate and freshly kept lawn leading to the doors of the fortress beckoned me inside.



"No", I whispered and shook my head as the tears filled my eyes, 



"Has it happened again?" He gulped and nodded his head slowly. He clasped my hand and led me through the entrance and onto the wrap-around porch. The closer I got inside the more it all came back to me. He opened the door and my spirit stepped back inside of me as I stepped inside.



I turned to the man that was just a stranger to me moments ago and collapsed in his arms. "It's okay", he whispered and kissed the top of my forehead as we sunk to the ground, "You know we cannot leave the house, my love, our souls remain here."



This was my eleventh time this week. I knew the grief and disillusionment that followed stepping outside these barriers but I could not help but follow Mother Nature's calls for me to breathe her fresh air. 



I felt alive again for those few free moments. If it weren't for him I would have dissolved into nothing by now, but he always managed to return me to my soul, which irrevocably happens to be the place of my death. 
"I miss it", I apologized as my tears stained against his blue collared shirt. He pulled away and lifted my chin, "I know." And softly as if kissing an angel planted a soft peck on my tear-soaked lips. 


"Till death does us part", I murmured with a shy smile as I twisted his wedding ring around his finger. "Who knew that part was a lie?", he smiled softly. I leaned back into his arms and looked down at the checkered marble floor. I remember being able to see my reflection the first day we stepped into this house. Now the empty veneer just stared back at me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maybe an eternity of demise wasn't so bad.
Maybe him, the fortress, and I could live in perfect matrimony until the end of time. At least until Mother Nature beckoned me to smell her fruits once again.
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