December 10, 2013
Tuesday
10:57PM
The pangs of the piano
beat softly and subtly into the quiet chambers
of her aching heart...
Her fingers danced along its slender keys and begged for refuge in its quiet melody.
Another day went by without him.
Another night alone in her big bed.
Another dreamless night of sulking nightmares and drenching feelings, all tucked secretly away in her small quiet music box.
Scaly fingers trace the outline of the swirling letters written on scratchy paper, pillowing tears and words she'll never hear again.
Her head rests gently on the desk, but she's fast asleep for once tonight.
No regrets will pillage her thoughts tonight; one night of real rest is finally granted.
She was never supposed to love him.
He was never supposed to be her match.
We all make mistakes sometimes, but mine costed me an eternity of regret.
My name is Death and regret is not a feeling I have ever felt, until the night I took her lover in the cold.
His name, I will not grant to you, seeing it is a name I now and eternally will fear and regret as long I dwell in life.
Memories swam through the dark and quickly she remembered what the first time they met looked and felt like:
The snow was flurrying, the shops were glowing and somehow she found herself amidst a sea of strangers and unhappy faces unwilling to reach a hand to her.
Tears were welling up, but did so in vain.
A man, a tall and dark haired man, made his way towards her and offered out his hand.
That was where I made my first mistake.
The cancer had just begun its work, but it wasn't moving fast enough to stop this meeting never destined to be.
They talked and laughed and soon fell in love.
Deep, deep love that could never be severed no matter how hard I tried.
I took her mother, his father and a younger brother too, but still their love remained.
His cancer soon grew stronger, but their love did just the same.
They loved and loved and held to each other far tighter than I ever feared they would.
The prayers she said couldn't be ignored either, but I tried to push them out.
Her pleas.
Her sobs.
Her silent selflessness.
They all were building regrets.
Finally, the night had come to take his soul, the man she'd grown to love far stronger than I'd ever seen before.
He held her hand as tight as he could, but she held his much tighter.
She tried to stop me.
She begged and begged to stop this dreadful thing from coming and willed herself to gable.
Between the streaming tears she cried, "Take me! Take me instead! A life without my love, even a life of eternity will be nothing to me now! Please...please..."
It was in that moment I took his soul, but it came much easier than I anticipated.
He greeted with a smile for me and kiss for her and left as an unlikely friend.
That was when the feeling came.
The feeling I had messed things up.
I tempered with life and now life would get back at me and this poor woman by forcing us to mourn for eternity until they were once again reunited.
Her breathes were slowing now, as they always did when their hair spun silver and snow.
Her hands clutched the music box he made for her many, many years ago and breathed its final melody of love and then without a moment hesitation, I took her soul at last.
She came so easy, I barely breathed 'hello' and then she was off to her dear love awaiting her.
They hugged and cried and smiled widely, making each other whole again.
Suddenly, in that moment of reunion, a new and strange feeling awoke inside me for the first time.
Another feeling these lovers had provoked.
It felt...warm and friendly.
A dreadful feeling to a man named Death, but strangely, I found it cleansing.
This feeling made me new.
I cried my first tears ever before,
Quickly walked away and never looked back again.
(k.b.)
