Just in case you have not noticed/ wondered; changed skin because the previous one was hard to read in :S
"Hey don't be playing games anymore. Wake up! Wake up! wake up... please..."
His voice shook in tremulous fear, as if there were some sort of abominable presence that overcast him.
"How did it come to this? Why did you put even your own life before mine? This sort of thing... this sort of bravado... leave this kind of sacrifices to guys like me! Why waste that precious life of yours over a filth like me?"
He was slowly being overcome by insanity. "It is my fault. I shouldn't have proposed to you. I shouldn't have brought you out of town that night. I shouldn't have asked you to come meet me secretly in the garden. I shouldn't have gone to the ball. I shouldn't have met you at the market. I shouldn't... I shouldn't have started loving you."
His hands quivered for the first time ever since he became a man. But, it then occured to him that maybe afterall, like his old man had said, he was never a man. Just a boy with a deluded mind illed by spare time and romantism. Maybe afterall, he had never once experienced what being a man really meant but at this moment, he could confidently say he couldn't be bothered whether he had experienced being a man or not. He couldn't be bothered whether he was still a boy, a teenager, a misfit, a montague or a man for that matter. All he be bothered about was the lady he now had rested upon his lap. The lady that taught him how to be human; how to love.
"With the accursed water that stole you away from me, I shall rejoin you."
"Today is the day that I will fly" I thought. I had managed to climb to the top of the cliff and I had dreamt of this moment for so long now, ever since that storm. But at this moment, my stomach grumbled as I gazed down upon the earth below.
"Maybe not today afterall. I must have my fill first before I attempt to fly."
I never flew. Not on the day after, or the day after that day. I suppose, ever since I was born, I knew I could not fly. There was that doubt in my that told me it was impossible for me to fly. I probably knew all along that I couldn't fly, but yet I denied it. I was afraid.
"You will fly." She said. "You will fly, but it is not here that you can spread your wings."
It was raining red snow.
In the field I stood in, it seemed to me my goddess was bleeding the tears I could not shed. It was then, that I could remember how it was like again. How it was like, to have that sad sensation of tears on your face.
That was the day I locked myself up. The day where I thought of nothing but that sensation my body remembered.
