She ran here and there insanely, with her hair scattered, her cloths torn apart, her feet injured, her hands trembling. Darkness gradually began to surround her with the petals of the golden fire casting its last shadows, the hope of freedom coming to its end. All she could see was the gradual capture of sky by the haunting darkness. Black replacing blue, smiles replacing tears, light replacing labyrinth, joy replacing fear, warmth replacing coldness. She was lost, completely lost into such darkness which has no beginning or no end, where she was the lone survivor on the lonely boat of the wrecked ship in the entire sea.
She started running wildly, not knowing where she was headed, not fearing the unknown and the oblivion. Screaming as loudly as she can, she burst into tears, “someone, save me… is anyone out there?,” but all she heard in reply was the echo of her own voice coming back after striking the infinite of the infinity and yet coming back to let her know that the only thing left in misery and darkness is herself, alone, like she has fallen into a really deep well where only her echo came back to haunt her in the worst possible way. Fate was a beast coming her way and had already torn her apart. She cannot hear herself anymore. It’s so loud inside her head, and her thoughts are drowning her inside whole.
She gradually started to lose her breath, her heart beating ever slower, its pose gradually decreasing to an unimaginable extent. Was she about to die? Oh, such a pleasure she felt the moment she saw death, tracking her way like a dream, a beautiful dream coming to embrace her, to swallow her whole, an unpredicted and unexpected, to lend her a kiss of death, ever so slowly and ever so painful, so invisible and so unnoticed, a most loyal and faithful love.
Suddenly, the whispers of the wind brought something, something unknown to her, something she couldn’t perceive or felt because she hasn’t felt like that ever in her whole life, her cold hand being taken into a warm hand, an affectionate breath bringing her back to life, the frozen dead body filled with life. Wait, this wasn’t the pleasure of death yet it was a pleasure. In fact, it was much more than the pleasure, an extreme level of pleasure, an ecstasy, revival of one’s self, one’s whole self. It was a hurricane taking her away with its beautiful embrace, it was a wave in the ocean and she was the water flowing with it, it was the colors in her rainbow, it was the wetness in the rain, it was the smile of the new born baby, smell of sweet rose yet the thorns were sweeter, taking her, taking her whole, drowning her, chocking her into its arms. It was love.
The very moment she fell into the arms of someone, a kiss on her cold quivering lips, a hug so full of warmth that all the life reentered her body within the smallest of the fraction of moments. And there she was, in the hands of the love who didn’t let her die. There she was, hugged by the so full of life body that dragged her back to the world she was about to leave. There she was rescued by the kiss of love of her life, the two souls had finally connected after hundreds of years, or in fact had been together for hundreds of years in the infinity.
It felt like she was in the dark, and so was the love of her life. They both were running in the dark, and they both found each other. They both found each other in the dark. And they felt like, their whole life had been a lie, their whole life they had been feeling an empty void inside of them, which was never filled by anyone or anything because it wasn’t theirs to take. But as they found each other and as they looked each other in their eyes for the first time, they felt that the missing piece was being filled, that shallow gap being wounded, resurrected. They felt that they, somehow knew each other and had been together for hundreds of years, that they were with each other all this time, but somehow, separated in the dark, until the dark brought the two bodies together as one soul. A woven soul.