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The rain was pouring endlessly, mercilessly. The entire world had gone quiet. All one could hear were the slow, heavy drops on the roofs, the trees, the leaves. Rain was flowing over the trunks, small streams found their way through a saturated earth.
A single tear rolled over his cheek. He was standing on the terrace, motionless. The incessant rain hadn't missed its sedative effect. Even the turmoil in his head was now fading into a dull, faraway pain. The aching in his heart, however, remained.
How could it have happened ? It had all gone so quick, he couldn't even remember how it had started. Only those final words were played over and over again, a slow motion film in his head.
"Oh, you think you're sssooo smart, mister! But lemme tell ya somethin' here! I am alive, you hear that, alive! And unless you let go of the dead, you won't ever notice! In fact, I could as well be dead! This has gone on for years on end, but this time I'm gonna make it end! That's it, adios!"
The door slammed a final time, a gunshot through his heart.
He sits in a dark, still bedroom, head clasped in hands. Only the muffled sound of rain penetrates the walls. He sits there, too numb to think, to move, to feel.
Then he looks up, slowly. The eyes linger on the broken image in the mirror. Thoughts slowly find their way into his brain again. One little, nagging thought grows, gains shape, overtakes the others. Realization sinks in.
He stretches out his hands, slowly. His eyes follow the curves as he turns his hands around. The eyes focus on the narrow golden band around his finger.
He takes it off, ever so slowly. Clasps his hand around it. He moves his hand over to the bedside table and carefully, slowly, decidedly lies down the oath. He keeps staring at it, for hours, or for minutes. Then he closes his eyes again, gets up and leaves.
A brave golden ray of sunlight peers through the dark clouds. Makes its way through the heavy curtains and caresses the dust. The ray lands on the bedside table, dances on the surface. As it moves on, gold and diamonds suddenly light up.
On the bedside table lie two rings. One he'd never come to give up. And one he'd never come to give.
Note: The idea for this story comes from a song by Norwegian band A-ha. The song is called "I've Been Losing You", the lyrics were written by Paul Waaktaar. I didn't follow the complete story line of the song, as I prefered to take the murder figuratively, and symbolized the gun as murdering weapon with the ring. For those interested, here are the original lyrics :
| I've Been Losing You (words : Paul Waaktaar music : Paul Waaktaar & Magne Furuholmen) It wasn't rain that washed away rinsed out the colour of your eyes Putting the gun down on the bedside table I must have realized It wasn't the rain that made no difference And I could have sworn it wasn't me Yet I did it all so coldly ....almost slowy plain for all to see Oh c'mon please now talk to me tell me things I could find helpful How can I stop now Is there nothing I can do I have lost my way I've been losing you I can still hear our screams competing You're hissing your s's like a snake Now in the mirror stands half a man I thought no one could break It wasn't the rain that made no difference Nervously drumming on: "Run away" But I want the guilt to get me thoughts to wreck me preying on my mind |
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