Less Than 13
9:21 PM
In a desolate land lied two brothers on top of heaps of waste.
They were gazing towards the horizon, waiting for the sun to set and expecting the inevitable darkness to fall upon them. They weren't talkative. Perhaps they didn't want to talk to each other or perhaps they didn't have anything to talk about. There was a disconnect, a rift that drifted them apart. They were each off to their own world, each to their own thoughts. In the meantime, a monumental wall stood between them, silent and invisible. Where were they? A question they couldn't answer themselves. A question they wouldn't ask themselves. All they knew at that moment was the imminence of a blackout. A comforting feeling. A nervous anticipation. Clumsily, the night tripped and fell upon the land.
They were gazing towards the horizon, waiting for the sun to set and expecting the inevitable darkness to fall upon them. They weren't talkative. Perhaps they didn't want to talk to each other or perhaps they didn't have anything to talk about. There was a disconnect, a rift that drifted them apart. They were each off to their own world, each to their own thoughts. In the meantime, a monumental wall stood between them, silent and invisible. Where were they? A question they couldn't answer themselves. A question they wouldn't ask themselves. All they knew at that moment was the imminence of a blackout. A comforting feeling. A nervous anticipation. Clumsily, the night tripped and fell upon the land.
In a land with no light, the eyes could not see. What one remembered was all that was left. And daylight would soon become a distant memory. Our two brothers, lying still, became one with the absence of light. All their unspoken thoughts and detached burdens, finally having been liberated from their within, were then collected by the waltzing shadows. A sense of relief. An immersion experience. They were ready to leave this land. Nothing held them back any more. They could be free, at last. Free from their past. Free from their guilt. Free from each other. In the dark, one did not discriminate. There was no good nor evil. The world was but a yard full of graves. Of quietness and solitude. In this realm, their future was erased and the journey ahead of them came to a standstill. However, they could finally stop, finally catch their last breath, which was precisely what they chose and wanted. The other alternative would have been endless tortures. Minutes prior to their immediate death, they stared in each other's direction one last time and tried to imagine the other person's face in what remained of their fleeting mind. A tingling feeling. Perhaps of longing? Of regrets? Remorse? It was all too late. Before they knew what had happened, they ceased to exist all together. And the world before them was no more. Static.
The sun eventually rose above the horizon, warm and cozy. As darkness receded, two bodies were found. They lied facing each other, with arms outstretched towards each other. A lifeless struggle. The wall between them marked the date of their demise, a specificity in time when two pieces of a broken heart called out to each other for the first time.
The end.
Or is it?
