The night stood still; not a cloud was in sight. The globular moon emanated brightness; although it was not its own, it lingered in the seemingly infinite blackness, basking in its own glory. The glisten of the moon draped across the landscape, bring light to places previously cloaked with darkness. It would seem fair, of course- but to the perpetrator of the light, she would not take fairness into account.

The lone perpetrator stood by the river. The river. Why did it have to be here, of all places? The memories that flowed back, quite resentfully, tore open every crevasse in her mind. She screamed for a good few seconds, tears lunging out in emotions. Oh why… oh why, she moaned. Her hands grasped onto the railings that had failed to protect the first time two years ago from the raging torrents of the river. She stared at the green, rusting railings and immediately withdrew her hand, as if it would transmit a deadly disease to her.

The tears flowed perpetually, as clouds gathered in the sky above; revelation was ahead. The perpetrator composed herself, and somehow she felt calmer, no longer affected by the human emotions that had enslaved her only moments before. They will be gone, all these human associations… gone. She could never fully understand how humans worked, but maybe one day… when her father would explain to her the mechanics of the human mind.

He came. The other person, the only male human she had ever given herself fully to. But he would be gone, like the rest of the other males; that was their fate.

The tall male panted heavily as he stopped short in front of her. His tall, bearing stature undermined his soft, compassionate, and most of all, loving nature. Humans are so contradictory, the perpetrator mused. But this was not the time to do so… it’s time to settle a score, thought the perpetrator, but then… maybe I used it wrongly.

“So… why the sudden arrangement?” the perpetrator shot at the tall male, whose actions immediately ceased at the shallow words cast out. He took a deep, but rather insignificant breath, and started on, what he had already speculated, the last conversation he would have ever with her.

“Today I made a startling discovery… a puzzling arcanum of monstrous proportions… even mere words cannot describe my feelings… until now…”

The perpetrator stared at him in blank disbelief; had he discovered that much? She knew he would find out eventually; but that quickly? She was feeling something; something that gripped her heart, and made her tremble on the spot; was this called fear? Even so, how could she respond? Even grandiloquent and pompous words will not obscure the truth; that being, if he even said it in the first place.

“So? How does it concern me?” retorted the perpetrator. She could feel tears longing to burst out, but she had to hold them in- while she could.

“It does. It all explains the mysterious incidents that happened; when I was dying on the road after the hit-and-run and was suddenly healed of all my afflictions? Or when I accidentally fell from the building and you came to rescue me? You, appearing as an angel, with wings and all?”

The words struck the perpetrator like bullet from a gun; make that a shotgun, she thought, as the last sentence loomed in her mind, mocking her hidden being. The hidden being cried out, “Tell the truth!”, but she could not do so; what would her father say? Her future up there would be gone, for sure.

Trying to gain control of the situation, the perpetrator retorted, “Don’t be so stupid. The doctor already explained that you were hallucinating on both accounts; like I’m am…” But she could not say it; that was the oath that bound her from saying their true form.

The tall male shook his head, as if in disagreement. “What? Can’t say that word? Your true self? All this time, you lied to me... that’s what you are; a LIAR!” He screamed the last word at her, causing the perpetrator to freeze to the cold, apathetic concrete ground. He knew… he knew… she thought, as the held-back tears were released; a plethora of emotions overwhelmed her, causing the perpetrator to sink to the ground. The tall male immediately rushed towards her; he never expected her to break down, even at all; had he misjudged her?

As the tall male bent down to hold her, regretting what he had done, the perpetrator pushed him away with force; her anger was coming to light. She stared at him, her green eyes piercing every corner of his face. “GO AWAY!” she shrieked, losing all consciousness of her surroundings.

“You’ve already found out who I am; what more do you want?” the perpetrator blurted out, in between sobs. The most puzzling part of human emotions, she thought, is which what emotion I am operating upon; is it fear? Agony? Anger? Sadness? Or even perhaps… love?

As the tall male heard those words, a single image protruded out of the thousands of thoughts; it was that of the perpetrator’s beautiful, smiling face. It brought him peace that he had never felt before; and at that moment he knew his response.

The perpetrator, still lightheaded over the sudden surge of emotions, did not see the tall male approach her. But when she did, she expected the worse, flailing her arms across her face. The gentle but strong hands grasped them, as she looked at the eyes she loved with tears in hers; the voice that spoke was unyielding but compassionate.

“That’s because I love you, silly.”

DONE BY DAMIAN. DAMN GOOD