The Betrayal

[NIMFA101]

He opened the door. He felt the rush of the air of the night like a cold flow of water. That was the only sensation he felt. Everything else seemed vain to him. He started to walk with long and slow steps, with his characteristic walk, full of gracefulness, that she loved like everything else that belonged to him. The riot of the night was standing outside there, but he was indifferent to everything and still couldn’t be aware that he was all alone. He was feeling something similar to the emptiness, but couldn’t clarify his feeling. Everything seemed to be wrapped by a confusing fog and he didn’t have the strength to go on. He felt how a clew of weakness caught his heart and than embraced all his body till his knees gave out and he saw himself dropping on the bench placed in the corner of the park where he first met her. Everything was there, the large tree behind the bench that looked like it was there to protect them from the world, the yellow flowers on the ground that she used to smell when she was happy, the night and the moon which suddenly looked sadder than ever and, but her. He remembered the day when they were sitting on the bench. She was leaning her head on his shoulder and he could feel in the depth of his marrow even the silkiness of her hair. But she didn’t and she couldn’t forgive him. On the same bench she whispered at him,
“ Night, water.
Moon, tree.
Stars, happiness.
Clouds, goodbye.”

She pronounced the last word with a vibrating, but firm voice. He saw her going away. He looked at her charming half naked shoulders for the last time, with his eyes full of love and pain and heard the noise of her proud steps.
What you don’t have looks always better than what you have. This is the romanticism and idiocy of the humans’ life.

12 dhjetor 1998

[DonAlda]

Hey Nimfa101,
Good job!!!! Je nje shkrimtare e talentuar!