• In Which They Dream •
People say you dream about those things which you think about. Her thoughts were free to travel. But they usually decided to head up in his direction.
His arms were her asylum,
Her voice was his tranquilizer.
He was the sky...
" It's the way that you know what I thought I knew It's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you But I still don't understand Just how your love can do what no one else can • • • "
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"Sometimes, a person who sees black shade of every thing, needs to be shown, everything in a white light. From always, I had been one of those persons, who fights to prove everything wrong. I have always seen the black side of every thing first.
However right now, when I was surrounded by nothing but white ambience of flowers, white fog and white tombstones, I felt like an idiot to find black inviting more than white.
White was demanding my soul to regret my decision.
I fell on my knees on the grass near the grave where my brother lies, letting a ear piercing scream escape from the bottom of my throat.
Why was I like this?
Why couldn't I let myself believe in love for once in a while?
Why couldn't I trust him?
I wanted answers to my silly questions. My life seemed like a fantasy to me.
How could two persons dream about each other at same time? It was beyond my understanding.
"Ever heard about Cupid stunt, little dear sis?" A voice snapped me back from my train of thoughts.
I looked up at the owner of voice, only for confirmation; because I couldn't believe he was here.
Crawling up on my knees, I moved closer to him and looked up at him with teary eyes.
"Bro?" I softly asked.
He nodded and lifted his hand to wipe those tears.
A familiar wave of comfort and security washed over my senses.
My brother was with me.
I stared at his black eyes, which were shining with a peaceful spark in them. There was a little smile pasted on his face. He was wearing a white shirt paired with white pants.
I noticed he was sitting on his own tombstone.
"What I'm doing here? Am I dead?" I asked puzzled by my presence with him.
