Tragedy of Love

It was at times a simple perplexing pattern, one which I would find myself repeating endlessly as I traversed my small decaying home. As I came home to rest after a long day of embroiled ambitions and sought nothing but the reprieve of sleep I would notice a faint glimmer of light coming across the floor to my left. It was peculiar, an anomaly for I knew that there was no door, nor window there for it to possibly be originating from and yet each day I stopped and examined it in minute detail. From the rotten mold spreading slowly across the walls up towards the blank wall dotted with nothing more than aged stains. Then the strangest occurrence would happen just as I was preparing to move away and push past the pulsing in my head and lie down to rest. I would blink my weary eyes and then before me a new corridor would appear. This corridor was pristine and free from all the malformations the rest of my house possesses. Yet there was an eerie contrast in the fact that it was dark like an abyss except for that same streak of light coming out from the gap at the bottom of that door. Every day without fail I would slowly approach with the lightest of footsteps, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my arms rapidly breakout into goosebumps. Upon reaching that malefic door I would tentatively reach out to grasp the doorknob and twist to find the same conclusion. It was locked and no matter how I fumbled about it that fate would not change. Soon I would lose hope and once again turn back to normalcy and ready myself once more to rest, but as I walk away a low groan is soon followed by tearful bellows low in noise, but seizing of the heart is the true sorrow it contains. Yet as soon as it appeared I had stepped back into my warped hallway and it had disappeared. On one fateful day after weeks of this repeated cycle when that door appeared there was something different about it for this time it had been left slightly ajar. My heart fluttered with uncertainty for the bizarre occurrence taking place now after weeks of drudgery in my daily life awaiting a chance at this door for any possible change. As I approached I soon noticed that the light was changing, morphing as though there was movement in the room which was altering the way in which that glow was being projected. I could only consider that it was the person to whom that voice belonged, someone in such deep distress that it captivated me in the pursuit of meeting them. However now that I stand in front of the door I pause unmoving, frozen on that landing lacking the courage to reach out and enter, but also too stubborn in my persistence to simply back away and return to the mundane boredom of everyday life. It is in the middle of this discordance that I hear a voice quietly beckon and ask me to enter. As I comprehend the utterance I just heard I begin to now nervously stumble into the room and am met now with a contrast to the darkness of that hallway and now need to wipe my eyes from a small yet blinding lamp. When I do I am greeted by a vision of a gloomy disheveled room which has a mess which only the owner could call organized. The room smells of a subtle fragrance which plays on the nose curiously not being sweet while equally not being wretched. I am stirred from these idle trivialities upon taking full notice of a figure lying down on a bed, one who I can only assume is the origin of the recurring weeping that I had been pursuing. I approach the figure and soon notice that it is a girl similar to me in age, and yet owning a primordial attribute to her being that only seeks to captivate me further. I struggle to register any possible words that I could say which could encapsulate the thoughts and feelings which stir chaotically in my head. Putting a pause to all my thoughts she slowly reaches a hand up to my lips so as if to shush me so as to study me much the same as I do currently to her. Suddenly she gets up to meet my eyes and it is then I notice a wetness around her eyes, but her gaze itself seems almost content. She is the first to break the silence with a voice that sounds somber. She asks if I would join her and reside in this room and make it possible for it to reach out and encapsulate my entire home with her by my side. I struggled to understand the full severity of what she was requesting, yet I could hear the plea in her voice and feel the discontent she held for being trapped in this small room removed from the rest of the world. The only reply I thought was correct was for me to say yes, for my worth was next to nothing to the rest of the world, so for even one person to value me and what I could offer was of such significance I could not simply ignore it. Hearing my reply of affirmation she then proceeded to give me the most forlorn smile and wrap her arms around me in a coveted embrace. I then heard her whisper quietly into my ear "For us to be together you must become the same type of being as I." she then wrapped her hands around my throat and took the final thing world had left me and thus the final thing I heard that day were the words ”Rise the next day and together we shall remain for eternity, fail and once again alone I shall stay." So she killed me with the kindest of eyes and banished me from any conventional death and and gave me hope for a life we both knew was unlikely to come. In my passing I heard her scream and rage against the very world which had left her cursed this way.