Ode to Lua.

Fingers slip through the silk, leaving a residue of water on his finger tips. Bitter cold. Glacial, almost. The wind bites through his thin sweater and into his back. His fair hair sways and veils his ocean eyes.

-And I'm not sure what the trouble was, that started all of this.-

The lyrics of their song plays endlessly in his mind. Coiling and fusing with the neurons in his brain to the conspicuous tendons of his fist. Haunting him, inexhaustibly.

The wind increases in magnitude. He hardly notices as he falls back onto the dock. The corroded wood is painted with various holes of all proportions, through which he can see the unusually clear, watered down banks of the old Mulberry river.

-The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did.-

He sighed. How much longer? He asks of himself, as he tilts his head to the west. His eyes meet the sun's as it floats down behind the towering hills, bidding him farewell after their short rendezvous.

Ten minutes.

He shifts his head back to its prior position, facing the already evident stars. It feels as if gravity has swelled to an intense degree, driving him into the unyielding timber. As he lays there, he starts to contemplate things. Things that a young heart such as his shouldn't have to be troubled with.

The stars give him a blank stare, lacking in expression for once. No longer questioning, as if they can already outline the pathway to his fate. And that scares him.

-It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live.-

Ah. Pain shoots through the left side of his body.

Two.

He sits up with steady precision and folds his arms across his chest, hoping for dear life that the pain subsides. At least for another two minutes. Then his body is free to do as it wills itself to.

His palm feels through the dips and crevices of the rough wood and touches upon something smooth and solid. He grabs it by the neck and settles it on his lap. His fingers flit across its strings with skilled yet abnormal detachment.

-Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning is so complicated.-

The words, now in sync with the chords he plays, resonate in the clearing as he sings along. His voice, clear and soft, caresses the willow beside which sighs in content. It has heard him play before, but never so beautifully. Never did such a raw emotion evade his customary calm air.

Like an angel, she used to say. You play to the soul, not just to the head. That's what I love about you.

-Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is.-

One minute.

The moon observes him with a sympathetic eye. Poor boy.

The boy turns away. He doesn't need the moon's pity.

She'll come. She'll come, she'll come. She has to. She'll come.

-Cause what was simple in the moonlight...- “Cosette! Come on! Sing with me! Please, you know this!”

-Cause what was simple in the moonlight, so si-

“COSETTE!”

There is no one in the desolate gloom, save for himself.

A suppressed sob escapes his lungs and he feels like he can't breathe. But he must, he must. He must finish the song. For Cosette, if for anything at all.

-So simple in the moon-light..-.

And with that the chords collapse into the watery abyss.

She's gone. She's not coming back.

He feels the surface of his cheeks. Wet with the salt of his tears, having spilled from the over-brimmed recesses of his irises.

“ARGH!” His scream reverberates and deafens the hooting of the Eagle owls nestled close by. His out-cry resembles the cry of a condemned man burning at the stake.

Using his arms as leverage, he jumps up onto the tips of his tethered Converse-clad feet and grasps the neck of his acoustic guitar. He walks away from the edge of the dock in reverse with new-found determination saturating his convulsing frame. Without a moments hesitation, nor thought, he runs to the edge and sends the acoustic into flight.

His body follows suit as it hits its water-bound resting place. I will be with my love once more is his last coherent thought as the water engulfs his entire being and lulls him into its oblivion.

A raindrop thus falls from the heavens, as the obscured moon slowly fades away, taking leave of the still atmosphere.

--Ani.

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I'm wayy too obsessed. It's becoming unhealthy. :s