When night fell she was
cold on the outside but warm on the inside. And she was light. I
remember her slow whisper, her soft smile while she felt happier than
she had been in years. A strike of lightning, that was, the change in
her over only a few days. While he disappeared further down into the
darkness of her mind, she lit up and I saw her smile. She stood, back
straight, light once again, without his weight to tie her down to the
peering darkness of night. And all she was was power, energy, light
and revival of a life once gone.
She would constantly
forget about him. For the first time ever since she first heard his
voice and touched his face she forgot how it sounded or how it felt.
She forgot why she loved him so badly. All that was left, in the end
off all that, was hatred. Pure fury and spite. I believed that she
could kill when I saw her filled with concentrated anger throwing
punches at the walls. First stage be gone. She could have killed him
on sight, I know this by now, she's dangerous in a peculiar way. No
one would say... Second stage she wanted revenge. The hours had
passed, the house was new but it needed to be cleaned. Cleaners were
called, all was done. Revenge had come and past. And he stayed. For
the other she forgot, she blocked, repressed even the smallest trace
of him on her (that's what the cleaners were for). And once again,
she was light. Light as a feather, shining brighter than the sun,
blinding me.
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