12 THE DARK WAS SO FULL

THE DARK WAS SO FULL_It was so full of the laughter of children and teenagers who were walking around the neighbourhood. I didn't really belong. You must have been shining like the little butterfly that had found it's favourite spot. In between a crowd , that other person would be your joker and you would be the star that needed a saving.Meanwhile, I was here-Pj's on, with a book on my lap , listening to the classics, hoping my feeling won't be for nothing. I would read and ignore all the fireworks outside.

A blanket would cover me from the cold and I slowly fell into wondering if you were feeling cold and that other person was atleast warming you , from what was so deep. Hot chocolate with the feeling of October ending, made me feel a ease.They liked the feeling of horror-but I knew somewhere out there, you felt scared to be in the middle of monsters.

My eyes on the clock: 11pm

The clock points,

But time points at fate as I watch the door .

My palms all sweaty, I push the book to the side and approach the front door. Hold the mug close, open the door expecting one of these teenagers , but it was you! You were standing on my doorstep, eyes all puffy and I swore at that moment, that maybe the heavens listened . I took a deep breath, refusing to lash at you and maybe my heart refused the idea of shutting you out, this time. I nodded and pushed the door open to let you in . Your body was shaking. Awkwardly , I smiled and motioned for you to go to my room . I welcome you into my room, expecting a sarcastic laughter that could come from you ,but your eyes didn't look cold.

Why were you so scared?

Your body was still shaking from the cold, the fragile you looked at my hand, mentally I face palmed myself and offered the mug of hot chocolate. Hesitation was written all over your face but I nodded and reminded you that I wasn't like the rest . The next thing I know was your arms being wrapped around me, making me feel the warmth that I was dying to feel for the days I couldn't live without seeing your face. I gently rub your back, your soft sobs making my heart break a little, only to be healed by your warmth-and by your strawberry scent.

"Halloween doesn't deserve your tears.Please don't cry" , I softly whispered into your ears .