The Cold Bark of Silence

The Cold Bark of Silence

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Genre: Romance

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Summary

Sometimes our mind creates scenarios that are not real and sometimes we turn a blind eye to those that are. Is his hurt real?
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Summary

Sometimes our mind creates scenarios that are not real and sometimes we turn a blind eye to those that are. Is his hurt real?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Silence

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 13, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 13, 2017

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“How many hearts does a man hold?” He asked himself. “How many hearts will break in my endless reverie?” He asked himself again, glancing through the window. It was raining outside, clouded around with a light and lifeless grey sky. The room was delicately lit by the apathetic lustre through the window.  The rain pitter-pattered against the window and they cascaded down along with his eye that lackadaisically followed. He sat uncomfortably on a wooden seat, while leaning against the window sill with his head fixed onto the window stile. His right arm was stretched across the sill with his middle and index finger drumming against the chasing of the window.

He listens. Listening to the wind whisper vexatious words into his ear. To barricade the anxiety and shut away the noise, he closed his eyes and with his fingers he grabbed the cuff of his sweater sleeves and began to fold it into his palm. He curled forward into his seat and uncomfortably embraced himself. The wind erupted a sudden howl and slammed against the window as a loud awakening. One knock, two knock and three knock. It shook the frames of the window as the vibrations echoed through his bones. His mind was on reply, like a broken cassette player followed up with the wind drumming against the window like an Odaiko. He placed his head against the glass and began to endure every thump made against his temple in hope it would stop the repetitive thoughts. Faintly opening his eyes, he glanced outside. His eyes noticed the waves clashing against the cliff ferociously, back and forth it slithered. It slowly ate away the beautiful cliff one bite after another. It would bite, bite and bite away. What was once a beautiful view, was now depressed and washed-out. His heart that was once symphonic but now is raucous and frail. Thunder, thunder and thunder. The soil could no longer accommodate nature’s tears creating a fractured mirror for the heaven above.

“You will never know the amount of times you hurt me. You will never know how you lost my trust over and over again! And of course you will never take back the words you never said to me!” He screamed internally, clenching his fist and slamming it against the sill but quickly turning back to his imperturbable self. “The biggest pain is the silence we share as it carries the loudest bark”


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