Chronicles of The Lost Thought: Alterflection
Missed. You.The night wind blew it's presence. The coldness entered my room brought in my a sullen draft. It was already late. The night is slowly dying. In my room - two bodies were still awake - though only one was there.
She kissed me longer. Right there on the cheek. She already wanted me to get out of that dazed spell. She looked in and out and around of my face, looking for signs that I have come to, and waited there patiently to welcome me back - and be the first that I'd be seeing for my return. She was that hopeful.
The night clocked out. It has been sometime now and yet no response. She soon starts to droop out - but soon forces herself to wake up and hits her cheeks for a wake-up call. She was persistent. And that was good. She knew she's the only one standing there that would be able to pull me out of the hole I am in. But yet... even she couldn't fight the fatigue... And her awareness slowly loosened their hold.
It was a wide room, it's walls were painted in white... pure white - and that makes the illusion of the room having no walls at all - no walls, no corners, no floors... not even a ceiling. She saw me there, and I. Me was sitting in the wide soft comfy chair and is watching something on widescreen. I was watching me.
The widescreen showed pictures and flashes of my memories - and I was watching it all - forcefully watching... making it all comeback to my mind. The sadness.
She came in and sat near me - there was enough space for her to squeeze through easily. "I looked for you all this time and you were just here! Just watching!", she fuddles my hands and gave a firm tug to it, "Come! Let's go home!". Her tug was a hard one, and I could feel her insistent. She may have the same feelings I have right then.
If I were the one controlling that body then I would've agreed and nodded and come home with her... but to some weird circumstances I could only just watch and see what he see... like I'm stuck in an armor I couldn't even control.
The screen changed it's content soon as she pulled. It showed me, a younger version of me, still with glasses.
Yeah... I have glasses - or should I say I had glasses... not the corrective ones though... just the normal clear glasses - mild rating. Had to use it about half-year as doctor's orders.
She saw the screen change and slowly stopped her move to tug and pull me out. Instead, she went to her seat, "I don't know you wear those...", she pokes me teasingly, "they're cute."
The me nodded in her inquiry though didn't react to her poke, "Yes. Thank you." It was a blank response. Kind of like the guy 'me' who looked exactly like me, acted like me and sounded like me was still in a dreamy state.
The picture then switched to sometime later, a cut where some unknown boy pulls out my glasses and angrily, slowly, crushes it's frames by his hands. Meanwhile, me, the young me, just stood there frozen... and unable to move from his stare. The frames crack and bended to his forceful hands. And after he was through with it, gave them to me - then angrily so firmly said, in a cold voice, "Don't ever try to do that again."
Me continued the story on, "The glasses... they're nice to have. Even back then - but I wore them not to see more in front - but to see myself on it's back. And now - not anymore - a good memory... a bad memory... the glasses"
Whats the big deal about glasses? Never really got the thing in them. Nor would I get to say something deep as me would've said. Though I still can't move me - and am stuck here waiting for her to make a move out of it. Or better yet - help me out of it. Somewhere deep inside - I tried and wished that my thoughts would crawl on to and in to hers... to make her hear me - hear me shout - hear me cry for help.
She seemed interested in what he's saying though - and have lost the plan to pull me out.
A slow and overwhelming stagnation soon enters my being, slowly eating away the very threads of my existence.
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...wow...that's....really...really deep...