Rain, it was showering. The drops fell from heaven as if the Gods were pouring their tears down to the Earth and the thunder was the moaning soul. The atmosphere around was as if the devils have conquered and despondence was the only thing around. Darkness was it all left; Dark beyond dark, dark as if it was all you could see. The silence around meant fear of the dictator.
All of a sudden I felt something for the first time; it was different or rather strange as the sun shone her rays and the devils burnt down. The tears turned into soothing pearls of heaven and the darkness couldn’t stand against the photons of faith. I could hear Beethoven playing in the voice of rain.
There was she when I saw her the first time, an angel unfolding her wings. The only miracle I saw through my eyes. I saw her eyes, blue were those with oceans trapped, a myriad depthless ocean of emotions was born inside me. Her hair as if the musicians were playing the violin, the melodies made my heart skip a beat. A smile she passed away fused with the softness and serenity of her lips made my heart rhythm with that of hers; evaporating the tenderness of hatred. She was still smiling or was it me that every expression of hers seemed to me as a heavenly smile. Everything was still, I knew the space and time coalesced as a conspiracy against me. That was when I saw her the first time, a mere corpse finds his soul.
She lifted her wrist to look at the time but little did she knew she was timeless. She turned away and started fading from my vision. I lifted my arm trying to stop her so the demons inside me would never find me. I opened my mouth but not a single word came out; I choked.
Was it the monster inside me which wanted to stay away from the holy water or was it the aura of the Queen which left me tongue-tied?
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