Toxic

His toxicity matched mine. We were both killing each other at the same damn time, just as slowly as the other. And ironically, that made life worthwhile. With him gone, the toxins are sure out of my life, but in some weird twisted way, those toxins were just as important for my existence as oxygen is.

Storm

Life was hard. She’d surrounded herself by a wall of thoughts. Thoughts that kept her away from people, and people away from her. They wrapped around her like a cocoon. Providing the warmth and comfort that was amiss in her life ever since he left.

For once in her life, she had a strong hold over her emotions, she only felt what she wanted to feel, only thought what she wanted to think. All else, was on the other side of the wall, with no way to get in. Or that’s what she thought.

She’d forgotten how even the hardest of walls could be shot down, crumbling into nothingness. She’d forgotten how even the strongest of forts were now only ruins, portraying their glory through cracked walls and half torn down towers. She’d forgotten how ghosts from the past now haunted those hallways, refusing to let go of their power, or whatever that was left of it. And above all, she’d forgotten how some people had a knack for worming themselves in, in the tightest of places and how they could jump the highest of walls or blow down the strongest of them with mere words, rendering the insiders defenseless. And as luck would have it, she was rendered defenseless.

He’d come back. Guns ablaze. Blew down her walls and calmly walked up to her, his gait slow yet confident, a predatory glint in his eyes. His posture, strong and brave, like the lion she knew him to be. While she stood frozen, still unable to process how he’d managed to tear down her walls after all these years, when hundreds before him couldn’t even manage to come close.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, thinking the sight before her eyes to be one of those rare tricks that her mind played on her when she slipped and lost hold of her emotions, making her spiral down into the alley of the coulds and could have beens. But it was not to be.

He really was there. She reached out to touch him, hoping all she’d catch would be air, but the moment her fingers grazed against his cheek, she was brought out of her daze. And quite rudely so. The speed with which she pulled back her hand would’ve made one think she was zapped.

In reality, it felt like she was. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. That one touch had made those dormant butterflies spring right back to life, flapping their wings stronger than they ever had before to the point where she started feeling woozy.

The last thought she had before she hit the floor was he’d be gone when she woke up. Like he always did. Like the storm that he was. One moment here, disrupting the calm and wreaking a havoc and gone the next. But as strong arms caught her, she knew she was safe again, that the storm was gone for good, and the calmness would soon settle in. With a smile on her face, she gave in to the darkness that had now engulfed her completely.