Lost in translation
It has been three months now, the best three months of our life. There hadn't been a single moment that we were apart. In fact I couldn't let her stay away from me, for I knew she was the one from the first time I laid my eyes on her. Wrapped in blue she was the center of attention in the entire party and it was obvious that she loved the attention. And why wouldn't she be, for her beauty was not only skin deep. Her magnificent yet sometimes foolish efforts in pursuing her dreams finally lead her to this pinnacle of success. In front of her radiance I was a nobody, a shadow in the midst of the privileged. But impossible as it may seem now she was mine. Waiting, wanting, longing for me to complete her.
There was something different in her today. As she waited in the bitter confines of silence alone in the balcony, overlooking the sea away from the heart of the night, the parties, the dancing, all her past addictions seemed to have no meaning tonight. Tonight she was wearing a crimson sari, something she never even dreamt of wearing in her life. I knew I was late, I intended to be. I didn't foresee things becoming so complicated, I hoped there would be fewer people but I have dragged this on long enough. I had to do this tonight.
As I walked towards her slowly, she turned in excitement and her face lit up as it always did. She was impatient for a hug, a kiss but I had something for her behind my back. She was like a leaf caught in a cold autumn breeze, swaying at the mercy of the winds yet grasping on to the very foundations that it grew up on. The sky was dark, rain clouds covering an otherwise beautiful starry sky. I walked up to her silent, my mind made up, I was ready. She looked at me with wondering eyes searching me, trying to read me. I grabbed onto her waist and swiftly rushed her against me. It happened so fast so sudden that she barely had time to react. Silently she fell upon my shoulders a tiny smile creeping about her face.
That moment was driving me crazy. How could she read me so easily? How could she still not have reacted differently? As I relive those final moments the agony pushes me of the edge to insanity. As I was walking toward her, my hand were behind my back hiding something for her, I was not calm but I had a job to do.
“I am sorry” was all that was going through my mind, yet I had a job to do. .
Her magnificent yet sometimes foolish efforts in pursuing her dreams made a lot of enemies for her throughout her flight. As I swiftly pulled her toward me in one fluid motion the object for whom it was created was united within its destined partner. It was designed to be as painless as possible. As I slowly pulled the knife out of her back she whispered into my ears
“It's okay. I forgive you. Thank you for making these three months the best three months of my life. I will never fo…”
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