Dusk #1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
a short story about the point of view of the person being left by Dusk.

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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It wasn’t watching her turn away so much as understanding what it meant. It was the thought of life without her, of the emptiness where she used to be. Already it was looming, a black shadow swallowing all the colour from the world. I wondered if I’d ever see the sky again, or the deep blue of the sea. It was she who had taught me beauty, she who had taught me to see innocence and goodness. I held the pouch she’d given me tightly to my chest.

‘Don’t think too much,’ she said, and placed it in my hand, ‘Sometimes it’s better just to be.’

She smiled in her perfect, painful way - all teeth and eyes, sparkling like diamonds - and I thought, how could I ever have been so dull? 

She turned away and I was frozen, locked into place by the receding physicality that had stepped straight out of my dreams.

‘I’ll be back, maybe,’ she said, flicking her hair away from her shoulder. You can’t capture a wild thing. 

I knew that if I moved, I’d fail. This balancing act was life and death. Any singular motion and I’d be in a million pieces amongst the leaves and the syringes of the cobbled alley. I knew it was the end. I knew there wouldn’t be more after this. All that could comfort me was the thought that she would go on, even if I was eternally stuck here in this moment, just thinking about her. 

I wanted to see her in bed, lighting her rolled up cigarette with her silver lighter. I wanted to see her small breasts rising and falling with her breath. The way her eyes closed as she inhaled and her giggle at her smoke rings as they floated up in the still air and dissipated. 

I felt like a child in her arms, I trusted her to no end. I trusted her with everything. But she’d always said it wasn’t forever. That one day she’d be gone. I’d always thought she was the freest thing ever to exist. Nothing held her down, though I thought I’d be different to that. Now I see her chains, always pulling her on, never letting her rest.

I didn’t listen, couldn’t hear her warnings, though she’d told me over and over. Don’t trust me, don’t fall in love. Was I anything to her?

‘Dusk!’ I tried to yell her name but it came out a whisper, a mere exhalation of breath. There she was, at the end of this alley where we’d first met. She was walking straight into the sun, burning with it. She’d made me whole and now she was killing me.

‘Dusk,’ I said, like I’d never said it before. She didn’t turn back.

‘Dusk…’


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