* The Last Song * This is what she had been practising for, for the last nineteen years. As she stood below the dense foliage covered in pale pink spring blossoms, a serene smile played on her lips. It was the peaceful hour just before the dawn. The forest floor was covered with the blossoms falling softly from the trees. It was beautiful, it was heavenly. Some of those flowers caressed her skin, tickling her, eliciting childish giggles from her, and some stuck to her raven black curls, making her look like a fallen angel, dressed as she was in a shimmering black gown that delicately brushed the ground. She was happy today, glorious and glowing, finally knowing that her time had come, for that what she had been waiting so long. There was not another soul around. The birds didnt chirp, the insects didnt buzz. But it wasnt a bad omen, not for her. They were all waiting for her to begin her last song, solo or symphony mattered not. She raised her bow up, and her eyes heavenward. As the first drop of moisture glistened in her dark eyes, the notes began flowing, gentle, haunting and heartbreakingly melancholy… Nineteen years ago she had been freshly heartbroken as she first embraced this violin of hers, with an intention to fill the aching void her lover had left her with. She had welcomed this artistically carved dark piece of wood into her arms and held it just the way she had held him for the last time. She had sighed happily when her wrists pained from holding it for so many hours while practising – it reminded her of the pain she felt when his strong hands grasped her tender wrists in a lover-like fashion. For nineteen years she had practised this piece of music, a memoriam to the love she had lost to destiny, to death. This was the song of her exit from this accursed body that had bound her soul for so long, and the song of her eternal union with him. Every day she had patiently practised, and waited for her calling to the summer-land where he awaited her, where they would run carefree hand in hand, forever young and inseparable. As her music reached an inhuman intensity, the first string snapped, cutting deep into her little finger, drawing a brilliant red line of blood, which dripped to the ground, spotting the pale pink blossoms at her feet in the most beautiful pattern. Inside her body, those delicate vessels carrying her blood began bursting in sync. Tears of blood oozed from her heart and in her fervour she snapped the second string. The music reached its crescendo. She fell down on her knees. White-hot pain coursed through her as her lungs constricted, choked by all the leaking blood, making breathing nearly impossible now. The violin kissed the ground. Her body welcomed the eternal sleep. Her spirit embraced his, right under this tree, where they had first kissed all those years ago in amidst the falling apple blossoms. ~ Aphrodite Chakraborty #TAWFanarchy
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 09:00:01 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015