Komorebi

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A quick short story of being in love.

Komorebi. the sunlight that filters down through the trees. Noun. 

That's all I could see. It showered down in rays before laying down on the ground with me. My long red dress was scattered about as I laid on my stomach with my bare back exposed. My auburn hair laid behind me gently on the crunchy leaves. I did not move. I did not need to. 

Boketto. The act of gazing vacantly into the distance without a thought. Adjective. 

It's what I did. Staring into the trees in front of me. I had no thoughts. Only actions. I was comfortable on the hard uncomfortable ground. I was calm. No need to hurry. No need for anything. Only rest. Staring at the lost wilderness around me. With no emotion.

Solivagant. wandering alone. Adjective.

I began walking slowly, my hand grazing the rough bark on the trees. My red dress no longer was cut open in the back. It had stitched itself back together, the fabric mending itself together like a broken couple after an apology. My dress drug along the ground of the woods. I didn't know where I was going. Since i didn't know where i was.

Psithurism. the sound of the wind through trees. Noun. 

It was what I could hear and feel. The wind ran through my body making me shiver. The sound, it sounded like a waterfall almost. The soft roaring sound from a distance. They seemed to sway but I knew I was only seeing things since the trees were not moving. I took a deep breath and looked around a tree. When I saw people around a fire. Sitting peacefully closely to keep the cold wind out. 

Lypophrenia. A vague feeling of sadness or sorrow, seemingly without cause. Noun. 

It was what hit me over the head. I bent over the tree crying out in pain, feeling like I had been stabbed in the chest repeatedly. But he didnt stop, but he was so nice when he did. The emotion kept stabbing me without reason. I bent over weeping loudly. The people sitting did not seem to hear although they were in ear shot of me. Why was he so nice while he stabbed me? 

Petrichor. The wonderful smell in the air after it has been raining. Noun.

It was filling my lungs as I continued to weep. Why was he so nice? Though it was not raining it was the only thing filling my senses up. It was only my tears dripping onto the ground. Why couldn't he be mean while he stabbed me? I gripped my chest as the overwhelming smell surrounded me. Was it my tears? Probably. 

Lacuna. A black space, a missing part. Noun. 

Why were their faces missing? I walked to them reaching out for help. Help me stop him from stabbing me in the chest nicely. Without reason. I turned their heads to me to find nothing. Why were they faceless? They only turned away from me. One did have a face. He reached out and touched me. 

Twitterpated. Love-struck. Adjective.

I was falling. Falling to my knees for him gripping his shirt trying to keep myself up right. But I was forced into the deep dark hole. I screamed reaching up, but no one reached down. No one kept me from falling, only warnings that were too late. I kept screaming “i don't want to fall again” but i knew it was too late. It happened too fast, like every time. But he didn't care to let me out. 

Anagapesis. No longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved. Noun. 

I fell on my back. The air drained from my lungs. He hurt me again. Why was I surprised? He said he didn't do it but he did. I felt suffocated. Betrayed. I wouldn't speak to him though he wouldn't care. I couldn't hurt him no matter what I tried. I gripped the dirt, but it just dissolved from my fingers. I could only stare up as I cried and panicked.

Alate. Having wings; lifted up into flight.

But a new one lifted me. Making me float. Making me smile. I was no longer in the dark woods like I had been. He was the wings on my back. I felt sick but he was there making me smile. He grazed my cheek and I no longer felt sick. He touched down my red dress. Speaking to me non stop. His soft words couldn't be read. Then no words were spoken. I tried to speak to him and he no longer spoke. I fell crashing back down to the ground on my stomach. Without him there.

Komorebi. the sunlight that filters down through the trees. Noun. 

That's all I could see. It showered down in rays before laying down on the ground with me. My long red dress was scattered about as I laid on my stomach with my bare back exposed. My auburn hair laid behind me gently on the crunchy leaves. I did not move. I did not need to. 

 


Submitted: December 19, 2020

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