Ignorance on surface, selfish in beneath

She yelled, it was soundless.

She extended her hands tried to reach him, yes he is there, still there. She felt his skin, his warmth, his tenderness, she saw him in colours.

So she shouted for his name. It was still no sound. Till she felt the sore in her throat getting numb and then got numb, eventually.

 

He smiled. She was utterly flattered. Butterflies in stomach, flipping fluttering.

She extended her hands to reach him, yes he is there, still there. She looked deep into these eyes which drew images of his mind, attempted to seek for those images that she missed the most. But not a trace of it was seen. Not a trace of it. She only saw images of him and himself.

And he smiled back, not saying a word.

 

She panicked. She whipped her mind out. She puts her minds into a box and placed it into his palm, solicitously. Thump thump thump thump. She looked deep into his eyes, hope against hope.

And he smiled back, not saying a word.

 

She torn her throat and yelled and cursed and she punched on him, in a mad whirl of hysteric. One minute it's love and suddenly it's like battlefield. A battlefield among her bare self and his armored self.

And he was still smiling back, not saying a word.

 

And she saw black and white swallowed up his vividness. He was fading, or blending into the background. Eventually unseen.

 

 

By speech it may be cruel, it may be even more frightening by ignorance in action.