Hearts of ice and fire – The spectre behind the mask

He had a carefree charm about him, one that is reminiscent of boyhood, along with a masculine aura of sorts. She never thought that she’d be one to fall for the messy hair or the hazel eyes, but yet, there she was, still stalking his Facebook, with tears in her eyes. It’s been two years, but she could never fully recover from the shock.

The entirety of her life till then was just a mere shadow when compared to the few months that she spent with him. She had never been happier in her life. A word from him was enough to set her heart on fire and rock her world. He was the living god in her life. She swore she’d die for him, even kill for him, if need be. Even now, she couldn’t fathom why he had walked out of her life, like that, leaving her in ruins.

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Except, well, in the few months that they had been together, they never fought. Not a single time. The relationship was unusual. He never acted out of line. She had pushed him many a time, yet he was never aggrieved, not even at the very end. She waved goodbye to the warning signs that passed by. Her love was madness. His love was on point, calculated to a precision where she could only look by, as her body became one with him. She believed that he had made her a different person, a better person.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

She wiped a teardrop from her cheek. He didn’t seem to be doing much on his Facebook, or at least, even if he was, she couldn’t see. She scrolled down to her favorite part. He still had a dozen of their pictures up on his profile. The way he held her, the sparkle in her eyes, it’s absence in his, all built up a torrent of emotions inside her. The dozen-odd photos. It was what kept her going. It’ll always be what’ll keep her going.

In too deep.


He ran his fingers through his hair. Yeah, definitely needs a trimming. The beard was extending it’s limits as well. Thinking about it, the beard does go well with the frugality. He had a mirror before him. It’s been quite a while since he had started observing himself in the mirror. He wasn’t very happy with his appearance.

Beep.

Someone was texting him. He didn’t want to answer. He didn’t care enough about anyone to make it worth his while to stop looking into his eyes on the other side of the mirror. Self-improvement, as he called it, didn’t come from spending time for others.

Beep. Beep.

Someone was calling him this time. He turned over the phone which was face-down on the desk. A familiar contact name stared at him.

Arya Hyderabad

He replaced the phone, face-down on the desk, while making up excuses to cover up the un-attendance for when he needed her. He was sick of these games. It was in that instance that he decided to check his notifications before going back to staring at himself in the mirror. He saw something that put a smile on his thin face. Almost at the same instant, he saw something that wiped that smile right off. Someone had apparently liked a very old picture of his.

It was a picture of him, and that girl from two years ago. She was an easy one. She didn’t know what was happening. He felt power when he realized that she was still hooked on to him.

The memories were faded. He didn’t regret anything. The girl was a fool. At least that’s what he told himself. He deleted all those pictures from Facebook. Some things are better left forgotten.


800 kilometers away, Her phone screen went blank as they were deleted, and she could feel the warmth of the fluid flowing out from her freshly-slit vein, as her body turned cold.


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The Broken Monk is a designer undergoing meditation in Mumbai, India. He is rumoured to be capable of sleeping only once every two nights.

1 Comment

  1. Bablofil
    March 28, 2017

    Thanks, great article.

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