Her New Light

She was a lost boy and he a dark soul. 

She took his and he took hers. Beauty is what they felt and beauty is what they talked. And they talked till past midnight, and laughed at each others jokes and lives. His community’s name had a different meaning in her dialect, a roach. And they laughed. 

He was perfect before her and he thought the same about her. 

And he took her hand and she saw his right hand stretch out into a world she had never been to, and the rays of the bright world caressed her mild melanin skin, she seemed like an angel. His masculinity was clearer than the word’s emphasis. 

She wanted to stay close to him, talk all day everyday and try out new things. 

And she thought of a new look, to surprise him, impress him. She liked black, but she wore a white gown and she liked it. She ran to him, cheerful, lovely and healthy with that which he fed her with. 

But he did not care, it was her life he said. He touched it and said it was beige and she knew it was white but she did not tell him, for he seemed tired, exhausted and filthy in strength to be in a land that was not his. 

He pushed her away when she was close, slept on the far end of their bed. 

Loneliness spread like grease on paper  inside her body leaving it’s translucent traces on her face and behaviour. She became, hopeful but in a pool of despair. She asked, seeked, requested and urged him to tell her what was wrong with him, with her, with them. ‘You are too emotional for me’  he told her. And he left her in the world she thought was a reality, an entry to a fairytale. 

With her sad heart, her bleeding hurt, half dead cold heart, she left her new world and fell back into her real life, her dim life with nothing funny to think about, with nothing to feel or touch for he did not want to see or speak to her. 

And she pretended to be happy without him, but he was in her mind, he was a part of her brain. And she included him in her thoughts, petitions, stories and sorrows without him knowing. 

She was not ready to see his new light, not even her new light  for she only wanted her old light, which was new then. She gained enough courage and she sent him a text and he replied to her surprise. And they talked again, only that this time, it hurt, it burned her soul and spirit but she did not show him that. 

And they decided to meet after a long time, his eyes as beautiful as ever, handsome as never and stronger than she thought. But after he left, she felt it was the wrong thing, he left her and it would never be the same again. Whether he came back and left for their world with her or whether they became friends. 

It would never be the same.