And Again, It Has Begun...
After a very long time, she had led herself to believe she is an entity, one that has a real and independent existence. She couldn’t remember the early beginnings of her life, one of her childhood. The only clear memory of her birth was a picture of dark hair and gray eyes. And then it felt so long it seemed she suddenly began existing without a trace of a mortal’s phase in living. Gray eyes. She had been bound to him forever, chained and caged in endless darkness where only he could choose to save her or not. It was her main purpose for existing. She was his slave and forever a relentless vigilant to his every action. She does it with no other choice given. She’s nothing without him. And how the irony of it all continued to mock her. She hated him for doing this to her, despised him for calling her out of the pit of nothingness where she didn’t even knew she existed, only to make her suffer with the living, simply by being an immortal, watching everything fade and go back. But despite of the cruel fate he bestowed upon her thousands of years before, she had unrequitedly loved him, her heart started to beat only for him, her body yearned only for him, her soul ached for him. And for that, she loathed him more. She had to laugh sometime. She’d cried over this countless of nights before. She isn’t going to cry now. She, an entity who watches people die and reborn, the only witness of the events unfolded in the earth along with the earth itself, she’s used to it now. Her only consolation was that he had never really left her. She’d seen him in his many forms and lives. He became a businessman and she’s one of his loyal employees. He became a doctor and she was his nurse. He became a husband and a father and she’s still there, trying to fit into his circle. He became whatever he desired and she granted it all. He died and she wept. She cried with joy whenever he’s being reborn. He achieved his every goal because she was by his side to protect him, to make him reach his highest peak of success. He rejoiced and plundered in every victory, enjoyed his life to its fullest and all she could do in return is to watch him in the shadows, afraid to go near him, to touch him and feel him. That will be her job for the rest of the damned eternity until someone with power decides to end the history of the world. she’ll watch him die and live again. Again and again and again. She doubt she’ll disappear along with everything else when the world ends. She hated to think about that. Because in the end it’ll be no more of him and she’ll be completely, utterly alone once more. She’s not going to cry because he died. She’s going to cry because there’s yet another ‘him’ waiting for her to be watched. Again her heart constricted in bittersweet love and abhorrence. It didn’t helped when his kind seems to multiply by every generation. But she’ll know who’s the real him. Oh, yes, she knows just by looking into his eyes. Another lifetime. Another disguise. She was yet again prepared to watch him secretly from afar, knowing that no matter how pointless it is because as though he’ll never, ever know she’s there, she can’t break away from her curse. Her curse called ‘him’.