New Time

It's a wonderful world.

Man

She started crying so much he had to stop the car. He held her face between his large hands (so softly, it didn't match) and deeply looked inside her eyes, attempting to reach something.

Innocent, she looked back. 

She never tried to enter his sight, but ended up losing herself in its first corner. 

*sight*

There was a whole world inside your eyes. Dark black (if there is such a thing), like an abyss, into wich I just wanted to throw myself.

Scared, I think I never did.

The end was near and we knew it.
However, the scared human beings kept contructing barricades and gathering food for future days. I couldn't understand: they brought it upon theirselves. It didn't matter, anyway.

The torture chambers were of moral intention. There was no s"torturer"; There were gardens of rich and dark greens and wooden bridges - but - never water. People would walk, like childs playing hide and seek, until they get stuck on sharp blades and rusty spikes and nails, like a fly in a web. The spider would come as fire. Small and imperceptible, fastly spreading, merging it's yellows and reds to the almost black blood.

(Even inside the dreams, the screams scare us when we wake up).

I came back to the apartment. You (obvioulsy) never gave me the key, but there, it belonged to me and I found unusual you didn't change the lock.

I did not turn on the lights, just passed through the kitchen and restroom - black shadows and silhouettes apprehensive to what was to happen. The corridor was very long and "our" room was the last one. My hand went down the blanket to feel your warmth, but what I felt was the breathing of two people and the long hair of your new mate.
I ran away, trying to reach the exit before you get up, but soon after going throught the front door, your hand closed around my right arm.


"What happened?" you said.
Closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"You came here, in the middle of the night, because you wanted to chat?" her voice was sweet but sarcastic. It entered my chest like a knife.
"No, I believe there is a much greater reason" I answered, sincere and much more kind then I actually would be.
"Oh yes, your pen, isn't it?"

She disappeared between the shadows and you kept in silence, slowly closing the door. I nodded, and tried to reach you with my eyes in vain.

Later, your mate would give me back my wooden pen, destroyed, with letters burned with anger on it. And she would be certain and very fierce to say she didn't know it was a piece of much value to me. Sarcastic.

The end really was near and you didn't wanted to answer my calls. Finally you picked up and sighted.

Impatient.