"Say something"

To my beloved Hae,

As visibly evident to you and the many anonymous names that would have read my posts without my knowledge of when and whom they are read by;

I've gone back to story-teller mode, and am without doubt feeling happy about sharing stories onto my new "Hae look" for a blog page. Let's insert a smile :)

As soon as I've overcome the last of my SAM course, I would continue to confide my innermost thoughts, feelings and previous interesting encounters that I wish to remember. That's a promise.

In the meanwhile-

The following short story was a submission to my English teacher (not my beloved Mrs Jenny) but the college teacher. We were asked to write a narrative inspired by a scene of one's own choice from "Say Something by A Great Big World".

With love,
CCM.

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I run my fingers down his heavily tattooed arm, hoping to evoke a response. Stroking his inner arm, a shadow cast over a patch of sore pink skin, revealing a new addition to his body armor of tattoos. Another new development in Joe’s life that I have yet to know about, so I thought. Beside me, his gaze was fixed onto the ceiling; a clear sign that he had drowned in his pool of thoughts, drifting far and only further off into a state of what's unknown.

As I lay next to the inert form of a man whom I was to acknowledge as my significant other, I've suddenly come to realize how much we have changed to become the detached pact we are now. Joe was the one who witnessed my early childhood years and remained by my side ever since. From the beginning, I always thought, or so I thought, that we had chosen each other by fate and was meant to be. “

Please, say something, Joe,” I whispered gently.

He then shifted ever so slightly to avoid facing me. Defeated, I slowly turned from him and welcomed the hollowness of that very night’s silence in my wake. A wave of sheer, cold emptiness passes through the invisible barrier that sets his and my world apart. A heavy voice pierced through the night air, You saw this day coming, didn’t you?

A few inches out of reach, Joe’s body transcended heat far enough to reach the curvature of my bare back. But deep within, I felt vulnerable and stark by the shrill realization that Joe’s presence brought upon nothing more than physical comfort. The bed sheets grew stale cold and all sense of hopelessness enveloped around my entire being. My inner being ached for even the slightest chance of stirring a response in him. Alas, the final bell had sounded. There and then, I have finally succumbed to my tiredness.

            Sometimes, it hurts more to hold on.

            With all that my inner strength could muster, I rose from the bed where my childhood dream still laid wide awake, peering into dark space as though imagining a future without my prior existence. Hot tears cascade from the over-spill of emotions that hold me prisoner to this endearing moment, when I have finally learnt to let go of the heaviest obstacle blocking me from the light at the end of the tunnel...

            Goodbye.