Revelations .+

It was only when she looked at herself in the mirror- at the darkened skin around her sunken eyes, the deep gashes on her arms and the tear-tracks running down her cheeks ending up nowhere- that she realized exactly what she’d lost. Half her soul, her entity, her mere existence was gone. Where? That, she needed to find out.

And then, she remembered the countless number of nights she’d spent, looking out of the window, filling the paper-bin with heaps of discarded poetry- about discarded love, thrown away so brutally, it ended all hopes of a happier tomorrow.

Happiness? What exactly was happiness to her? An emotion she no longer felt? No. Happiness was knowing he’s happy, wherever he is, whoever he’s with.

As for her, her happy ending had been set alight in orange flames and put on top of the burning carcass of her heart. That, too, by the she never wanted to let go of.

But God, He has His own ways. One after the other, her fingers were plucked off of him, the grip loosened. And with the last finger, they heard a snap, like a wishbone broken into two. And it hurt. Not the fact that the finger was in two separate pieces, but that her heart was in a million.

And the sad part? She was ready to let him go.
Only, not like this. Brutally. Heartlessly.