Moving Through Life. Chapter 124: A Hidden Meaning (Written In First Person).
I wear a black cloak over my face and body, the greater intent; Is to keep it over my visage.
My lover asks me why, I tell him it's because my heart will die.
No one must know what's really crying inside.
He fights with me, and tells me that he's still in love with me.
I reply that I doubted it, and said I had to leave; There were other certain duties to care for.
As I went to the door, he ran forward and grabbed my hand.
Pleading me not to go, he said with tears in his brown, youthful eyes: "There is no reason to depart now. Where is it that you must go?"
"You will never know, nor understand", I answered bowing my head, speaking in a vague tone.
Persistent in his irritation, he leaned forward and clasped the cloak over my face; And tore it off.
My visage was worn and blackened with bruises, my bleeding lips quivered uncontrollably.
The tears ran down from my face as if the floodgates had burst open; Revealing my weakness.
My body was extremely frail and injured, making mobility difficult to achieve.
Like an old corpse that had unearthed itself from the graveyard, I stood there feebly; Almost appearing transparent.
With tiny pupils, in my crimson colored eyes, I stared vacantly, in my extraordinarily skeletal form.
He too, cried pitifully seeing me in this dark expression of pain.
"What happened to you?"
"My hurt is very painful. It has taken my heart this day, and beat it near the brink of death", I answered desperately, but in acceptance of my fate.
He walked over and hugged me, I could feel his tears running down my garment.
They were strangely as frigid as ice, I could not comprehend how.
Finally after crying for some time, he lifted his visage up to look at mine, and spoke.
"You cannot hide behind the pain which kills you."