[oneshot] blind and ignorant
Title: blind and ignorant
ORIGINAL
ONE SHOT
Comments: Another old piece of writing, typed up on Friday, April 14, 2006 too. Written mainly because Griever wanted to read stuff... so I pulled one of my floating ideas from the air and condensed it into an exploration, of sorts.
It was one of those things that required no sign. He knew it was happening as soon as it began. He knew it was happening, but that was it. He didn’t know why, or how, or with whom. At least in the beginning.
He slowly collected the information over time. He took in every excruciating piece, bit by bit. He learned the value of what he had taken for granted.
All the moments in the past became rare treasures. He watched on, as moments were made without him. He refused to let them come closer. They were fine on their own. It hurt too much to let them into his heart.
They became confused, but he just smiled and bid them on their way, dropping the smile as soon as he saw their retreating backs. They were too scared to tell the truth, but that was worse then actually telling him. It was painful to know that they were keeping something like this a secret.
Secrets. Before, he had no secrets to hide. He had thought that anything could be shared. But with so many secrets in the air now, it was hard not to keep some to himself.
He kept avoiding them. Why should he stay close to someone if they were being secretly intimate with another? If they didn’t want to tell him, then he had no reason to stay to let his heart break faster. Their silence convinced him that he would not escape unharmed.
Others began noticing, but he didn’t care. It might be better for him. It might pressure them into telling him. Or it might make them more scared, causing him more pain. Oh, why did it turn out like this?
One of them finally approached him. The one he used to be with. The one he had so many memories of, but there didn’t seem to be enough now. He longed for more, but he could only watch coolly as the other timidly approached him.
He was asked why he was hiding. He could have just laughed bitterly and walked away. But the thought of leaving that pain-filled face left him feeling empty. In an attempt to fill up that emptiness, he just stared at that beautiful face and said nothing.
The other realized then that he knew. A hand fluttered up to suppress a gasp, but nothing could be hidden from him. Hah, what was so surprising? Things like that couldn’t be kept a secret, especially from the person it would hurt the most.
How long had he known? Ever since you began seeing each other, he replied smoothly. H-how? No secrets can be kept from Love. He answered the questions without emotion, when inside his heart a torrent of emotion battered at him. He was still gazing at the one he longed to comfort when the tears began to fall.
The other began to tearfully apologize, but he couldn’t bear to hear it. Love can’t be perfect, Love can’t be restrained, Love can’t be kept, but Love has its limits too. His heart trembled. Their Love had a tear too large to repair. It couldn’t bear the stress, the pain, the sorrow, the secrets.
They could have told him. From the very beginning, they could have told him. It would have been painful back then too, but it would have been shorter lived. He might have been able to get over it. Now, it would linger, a scar in his heart.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The other was clinging to him. He pulled away. Go back. I can’t do anything for you now. You made your decision without me a long time ago.
The other persisted, but he continued to refuse, his gaze elsewhere, anywhere but at the one who had left him, the one who claimed to not have known, the one that caused him so much unneeded suffering.
It was a long struggle before the other reluctantly accepted his unwavering decision. As the hesitating footsteps walking farther away from him became fainter, the tear stricken face kept looking back, looking for any sign of anything from him.
But he gave no sign. His longing should have been known even without a sign. Love had been redirected into another direction though, so the other was blind to him. And so the other didn’t see him crumple down to cry.
Hope likes to let down those that let down Hope.
ORIGINAL
ONE SHOT
Comments: Another old piece of writing, typed up on Friday, April 14, 2006 too. Written mainly because Griever wanted to read stuff... so I pulled one of my floating ideas from the air and condensed it into an exploration, of sorts.
It was one of those things that required no sign. He knew it was happening as soon as it began. He knew it was happening, but that was it. He didn’t know why, or how, or with whom. At least in the beginning.
He slowly collected the information over time. He took in every excruciating piece, bit by bit. He learned the value of what he had taken for granted.
All the moments in the past became rare treasures. He watched on, as moments were made without him. He refused to let them come closer. They were fine on their own. It hurt too much to let them into his heart.
They became confused, but he just smiled and bid them on their way, dropping the smile as soon as he saw their retreating backs. They were too scared to tell the truth, but that was worse then actually telling him. It was painful to know that they were keeping something like this a secret.
Secrets. Before, he had no secrets to hide. He had thought that anything could be shared. But with so many secrets in the air now, it was hard not to keep some to himself.
He kept avoiding them. Why should he stay close to someone if they were being secretly intimate with another? If they didn’t want to tell him, then he had no reason to stay to let his heart break faster. Their silence convinced him that he would not escape unharmed.
Others began noticing, but he didn’t care. It might be better for him. It might pressure them into telling him. Or it might make them more scared, causing him more pain. Oh, why did it turn out like this?
One of them finally approached him. The one he used to be with. The one he had so many memories of, but there didn’t seem to be enough now. He longed for more, but he could only watch coolly as the other timidly approached him.
He was asked why he was hiding. He could have just laughed bitterly and walked away. But the thought of leaving that pain-filled face left him feeling empty. In an attempt to fill up that emptiness, he just stared at that beautiful face and said nothing.
The other realized then that he knew. A hand fluttered up to suppress a gasp, but nothing could be hidden from him. Hah, what was so surprising? Things like that couldn’t be kept a secret, especially from the person it would hurt the most.
How long had he known? Ever since you began seeing each other, he replied smoothly. H-how? No secrets can be kept from Love. He answered the questions without emotion, when inside his heart a torrent of emotion battered at him. He was still gazing at the one he longed to comfort when the tears began to fall.
The other began to tearfully apologize, but he couldn’t bear to hear it. Love can’t be perfect, Love can’t be restrained, Love can’t be kept, but Love has its limits too. His heart trembled. Their Love had a tear too large to repair. It couldn’t bear the stress, the pain, the sorrow, the secrets.
They could have told him. From the very beginning, they could have told him. It would have been painful back then too, but it would have been shorter lived. He might have been able to get over it. Now, it would linger, a scar in his heart.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The other was clinging to him. He pulled away. Go back. I can’t do anything for you now. You made your decision without me a long time ago.
The other persisted, but he continued to refuse, his gaze elsewhere, anywhere but at the one who had left him, the one who claimed to not have known, the one that caused him so much unneeded suffering.
It was a long struggle before the other reluctantly accepted his unwavering decision. As the hesitating footsteps walking farther away from him became fainter, the tear stricken face kept looking back, looking for any sign of anything from him.
But he gave no sign. His longing should have been known even without a sign. Love had been redirected into another direction though, so the other was blind to him. And so the other didn’t see him crumple down to cry.
Hope likes to let down those that let down Hope.