Till the last breath

The dry wind swept away the hopes at the moment when she needed them the most. The clattering windows and the fluttering curtains gave messages that she wouldn’t want to accept. This night had promised her love and passion and relief but it was still hostile to her. Leaning in her favourite recliner was the least comforting. Throwing quick and pained glances on her cell phone only grieved her more. A call from him would end up the anxiety, but she wanted to hear his footsteps moving desperately towards her, and then his strong arms grabbing her in an enduring and passionate hold. After all, it was the last night of their togetherness. The sun will rise with her fall. She will sink in the sea of her own desires.  Her life was tied to the night by an irreversible spell of the most powerful witch. Her death would bring upon peace to her family and shower them with prosperity and children.

I have always been the selfish one and yet I cannot live to the demise of a family which is not even related to me in blood. Maybe somewhere there is peace; there is love, some place that I haven’t seen yet. Perhaps my sacrifice will take me there where I will not be abandoned or sacrificed, where I’ll be fought for and lived for. All I ask from this world is a little chunk of time with the man who still needs me, the man I’m not being fair with. As the hours are ticking, I can’t imagine his loss, his pain, his suffering which is on me and I will never forgive myself for him.  

A light knock on the door startled her. It was him. She could feel it in her bones. All she wanted was to fly herself to the door and smash it open, see him for the last time and see him till her last breath.

I know what he will say to me, “Don’t leave me now, now that I know how much I want you, how much I need you. I love you Hayat.” What will I do then? Will I snatch back my hand and send him away to grieve after me forever? Or I’ll brush away the conscience that has compelled me to do something for a greater good. I may just about forget everything that has led me here and follow my heart which lies in his chest.

The door was continuously thumping by the force of the urgent hits of a dejected soul, “Please, let me in. I can’t let you die for those who don’t care. You have to live for the one who can’t live without you. Open up please. Listen to me at least.” The sound trailed off as she lied back in her recliner trying to sleep when a sprinkle of water sent down cool shivers in her body. Water busted inside her room making it damp and the sky dark.

Rain, have you come to give me another chance or just a little cheat time to live a moment of desire?

And even the clouds couldn’t hide the sun for long and she settled into a more peaceful nap. And left for us all that she had …Hayat…Life.