Are you going to stay the night?

26 Oct, 2014 - 00:10 0 Views

The Sunday News

Short Story Unoziba Tenga
IT’S kind of hard coming up for air once you have hit rock bottom. Nothing seems to work as you stare at everything continue to live and breathe around you, while you seem to have forgotten the simple art of breathing; is it two in and one out??? The motivational messages don’t seem to work because something inside is refusing to be motivated but just wants to sink into oblivion. It is true some people feel the rain while others just get wet.

He avoids my eyes as he sits on the rug on the other side of the room, battlelines are drawn as we look at each other afraid to make the first move. Weapons are drawn as we dare the other to say something, the awkward silence ensues.

Say something, say something I am giving up on you, whispers my heart. I cannot bear to walk over to his side, is it really over? It is evident that the life we had was broken but could it ever be fixed? Could we learn to love each other again and live together forever?

We were so drunk in love and everyday we spent together seemed like a fantasy. He listened to me as I talked; I watched his face with trust and admiration as he told me of his plans and work.

“I love you” I whisper, hoping the magic in the words would bring our house back in order. He stands up, walks towards me, “I love you too” he says as he wraps his arms around me. I wonder if he is thinking the same things I am thinking, I wonder if he is willing to rebuild the home we had built together. In silence we hold onto each other.

I never knew love could make me feel this bad, I am weary of crying, tired of pretending that everything will be just fine when it is evident we are drifting apart. It has been two years of crazy stupid love and yes, we were crazy and stupid to think that this love was forever. We didn’t like the same things, I was controlling, he was too carefree and childish in some ways, I wanted fame and he wanted me to support him in his career.

The cracks appeared daily as we tried to cover them up in paint or just plain ignoring them. They were there glaring at us and we continued living like they were not there. “What are we going to do?” he whispers to me, suddenly I am burdened with the fate of our relationship. I don’t know . . .

How do we move on from this point, if one of us had cheated then we would have apologised to make the pain go away but none of us had. We had met our stumbling block, I could tell he didn’t look at me the same way as before and I wasn’t seeing him through the same lenses. My whole body told me to walk away but how could I when my heart was in his hands?

The winds blew stronger at us causing us to fall down and crumble. It made sense that it was over, what didn’t make sense was why we kept standing in the ruins looking at each other. Is it possible to love someone who doesn’t make perfect sense to love?

Rock bottom . . . Pain . . . I answer; “Are you going to stay the night?” The confused look on his face told me I hadn’t answered his question about what we were going to do about us and the future. I look straight into his eyes, looking for an answer of my own, I repeat; “Are you going to stay the night?”

“Yes, I am” he says. Right at that moment I have the answer to his question, we are going to stay together and fix what is broken. I lean in to kiss him and I make sure my kiss says all there is to say. I know in perfect world we don’t make sense but we are perfect in our imperfections.

In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. —Michael Jackson

 

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