You were lost when I found you. I asked for your demand; you wanted your absent friend. I offered you the deal that if you would hold my hand today until we meet your friend, I would help you with your search.
Together, we blossomed into red flowers of the monsoon. I stroked your grief with my tongue and lips; your shivering skin reflected your satisfied response. I had come under your umbrella to shred your tears and keep them in your locket.
I forgot the reason we were doing this.
I danced to the rhythm of the ecstasy, feigning ignorance to the voices speaking I should make it real. Some said death would visit my head while some said everything would turn out fine.
I listened to my will to pretend.
As our steps carried skips upon the frozen pavement of the sidewalk, you stopped and looked ahead. You rushed to the person and tightly embraced him as you sobbed.
It was your friend.
The both of you seemed to have your own world; I was subtracted before divided. The rocks grating my throat had sunk into my lungs—splitting my bones in half. I could not breathe.
You turned around to lock my eyes with yours before you mouthed, ‘thank you.’ I returned a pained smile that would look genuine enough for you before you peppered his cold lips with your kisses—the one I did not have.
Witnessing the two of you, I came to know that no one was here for me to do this too.
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