Let It Out
A Court of Dreams and Ruins
by: Ibarreta, Samantha Yvette
Santos, Danielle Maureen
Have you ever wondered what the other life might bring? That somewhere in the atmosphere was another vast world open into space. That was me. A curious traveller who lost her way but actually found something more. It wasn’t reality, it wasn’t the usual. It was more authentic, more dream than any real thing. And then again, was I dreaming? The last thing I remembered was that everything was cold. Dark things surrounded the place. It was scary. I was scared. But someone came. He was more of a hero than anything else. He was my knight, my king and my savior. He gave me warmth when snow fell from the sky. Then I woke up...
Everything crumbled. My paradise, my heaven. It all went away, like a ship that sank and was never found. Looking around, it was different, it felt different, as if I was being pulled by chains, wrapping my neck with its cold touch, choking me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think straight. I need to go back. I need to feel the sensation of him touching me again, feeling how my body shivers with his touch.I couldn’t get enough of it, I couldn’t get enough of him. But he was nowhere to be found. I was back. I was back to this regular world wherein humans surrounded the place. It felt dull, boring even. I was greeted by needles, tubes, wires, and cancer… Reality felt like a slap straight to my face. Once again, I was a sick person who was dying.
With the sick longing of feeling his warmth, I escaped. Escaped the reality of life. Then I saw him. I went close, closer. I needed to, I had to. I was desperate to feel comfort, and with his slender, shadowed hands, I embraced him. All I felt was acceptance, and contentment. I looked up to meet his eyes, then I saw stars. No, more like the night sky. Peaceful, everything was peaceful. But all of a sudden, he pushed me away.
Then I asked him, “Was I not enough?”.
He replied, “You’re more than enough.”
But I begged him, “Take me! Take me back.”
He asked, “Why? Why do you want me to?”
“Because, I want to be with you.” I tried to say.
The last thing I heard were the words, “It hurts me too much to take you away. But I loved you so much that I couldn’t stand watching you in pain anymore.” And he took me. With loving arms, I was enveloped with his embrace. Death took me away from the torture and pain.
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