Dark Sky shimmered with tinge of velvety pink, traced by Northern lights.
It mirrored the taint which was slowly smearing over Damien's cheek, his neck, and the shell of his ears.
His mind had brushed off all sensibilities, when Mavi texted him to meet again.
Now dangling besides her, made his world go mush, they had met in an alley, without an exchange of word, Damien followed her blindly, struggling with his own stupid reactions.
Mavi finally sat on benched, outside of a closed shop, facing the cobbled road,
Damien as he was suppose to sat beside her, the old wooden creaked under his weight.
Perhaps it was nothing to Mavi, but Damien was burning up, they met twice in a day, under daylight in a café and below the shades of murky sky, on a bench in an unknown street.
Two dates in a day,
Ah, it had to be his dream.
Dream soon to be transfixed into nightmare.
"Who are you?"
He hardly noticed, the widly change in his demeanour; gloss from his joy, dimmed to shades of confusion.
"What?" He asked, bewildering by her stern words, "don't you already know?"
He started into her eyes, which by some fortune, not down casted, but ferocious blue clashed his lush green.
"Huh," she scoffed, scrunching her pointed nose, "a boy, whose childhood was ripped, shattered in front of him," she raised an finger, accusingly pointing at him, "A boy wearing tattered soul, withering for human contact," she pressed her slender digit in her chest, looming forward, "Who claims, he knows love,"
Fire, itself would burn in flame of her words, heated wibes flinged off her, an undertone of grief desperately lingering over the edge.
Words silently flowed under his skin, vigorously burning fibers and tissues. His eyes felt hot, but now he was quite familiar with hand with clenched his heart in a deadly grip,
For painful moment he stared at her, pursing his lips, hazed by his agony he stiffed, Mavi's hard gaze didn't fluttered.
She waited,
For his pain to sling into rage and for anger to switch into loathe, and for his abhor to engulf his love.
And in due time it happened, Damien snapped, clearing his daze, he plunged for revenge, his chest vibrated, as he growled, gripping Mavi's neck, his nails scratching the fiber of her scarf, almost tearing the fiber.
"You dare insult me," he felt satisfied after hearing her gasp, he pressed harder blocking her windpipe, "take back your words before I take your life."
Her wide eyes rolled back, mouth agap, hands pushing his chest, he pressed harder, her breath flickered, hands raising to claw on his face.
Tears crawled up her eyes, face flushed red, body withering under his hold.
He suddenly released her, settling back in seat, wind whizzed, car raced down the road, passerby trolled on thier, nuzzled in their heavy coats, his eyes darting on his surrounding, to his pleasance, no one noticed their brief argument.
Mavi on the other hand was vigorously coughing, shoulders sagged, continuously oscillating with a rhythm, her body squealed as she breathed in, tears driped on her lap.
"Is this -" she struggled, her rough voiced pitched with sob, "Is this your love?" She lobed her head to his direction, tears staining her flawless cheeks.
He saw them flow, and he melted in his guilt.
He hung his head low, unable to look to her, she was his mess.
His life was ruined, he wanted to ruin her's too.
"I - I am sorry Mavi," his eyes blurred, with his hands wrapped around his body, he tightly held himself, "but I love you-"
"Stop!" She straightened herself, but soon leaned back, heaving a sigh, "stop lying to yourself," she was torturing them both, the look in her eyes says she knew it.
Damien gazed at her posture, sagged and shivering in the nib flowing in the air.
She looked so young, so unfit for the mess, to which she was dragged into, despite her sadist fate, she gracefully walked, carrying the burden of murder on her shoulder.
Mavi once mentioned that she blame herself for the death of her family.
Her eyelids covered her oceanic lens, she inhaled.
Damien felt terror blooming in the bottom of his stomach, his legs pulled close to his chest, unintentionally shielding his heart, but it so too late, the damage was done,
With each breath he grasped he knew it was a good bye, he also closed his eyes, lavishing the moment they had together.
An eternity swinged pass them, still it felt moment before Mavi's whisper for words jolted his nerves.
"I have no identity," she rasped, "except that I am more a Muslim than a human."
Damien didn't uncover his eyes, hugged himself desperately,
"Don't please don't," his chapped lips parted, chanting words senselessly.
"I am barely holding myself" Mavi sighed again, her voice firm yet like her mask held several cracks.
"Please, please, I am sorry" The corner of his eyes wrinkled, he pinched his eyes as tear rushed down.
"I have heard He mend broken soul, Go to your lord, go to Allah, May He heal you"
"Don't leave me, not again, please no." Damien whined, howled, crying like a child after the lose of his mother. He buried his head in his arms, which were placed over his knees. He cried and cried, blabbing incoherent words. Soaking the sleeves of his coat, in warm liquid.
"Damien," he felt hand touching his jet black hairs, but he chocked on his sob, shaking his head.
"No, no you can't." For once he thought, she would leave him, abandoning him in his miseries, until
"Zia," a tentative voice whispered. Again combing fingers through his hairs.
He glanced up, peeping under the whisps of his pointed locks, his eyelashes were wet, tiny droplets sling at the edge.
"Would you do your wife a favour?" Her own eyes were glossy, she tilted her head, as if talking to a toddler, wgo just lost his toy, coufused and hopeless.
"Anything" Damien replied in a heartbeat, his throat forming a lump, his jaws aching.
"Repeat after me. Okay?" The back of her fingers tenderly touched his cheek, slowly moving up and down.
Damien caught her hand, his fingers easily sliding into his, he brought their locked hands to his lips,
His eyes never fluttering from her's, a slight movement of his lips as he kiss the back of her hand.
He then pushed their tangled hands towards her lips, an offering, Mavi queer her lips as she placed a peck on the back of his hand, right above his seagreen veins. His heartbeat stuttered.
Damien nodded, but didn't let go of her hand.
"La ilah" Mavi carefully allowed the words to mix with air, Damien parted his lips, words on his tip but he wouldn't brought himself to speak, Mavi tried again "La"
"La" His accent bumping with Arabic word,
"Ilah" tongue leaping over the brim of teeth.
"Ilah" Damien followed, thick words flowing out.
"IllAllah" She patiently waited, till he picked on the words
"IllAllah" He didn't know the meaning, but for some foreign reason, he shuddered.
"Muhammadur" She noticed the Flick in the back of his puffy eyes.
"Muhammadur" words left odd taste on his tongue.
"Rasulullah"
"Rasulullah" In spite of course, unknowingly fate had changed his route. A kafir to a Muslim
"There is no god but Allah,"
"There is no god but Allah," Damien frowned, burrows knitting in the mid.
"And Muhammad is the messenger of Allah."
She smiled, not a queer, twitch, or lopsided smirk on lips, but a full lip smile curved on her face, beaming with uncertain glow.
"And Muhammad is the messenger of Allah."
He frowned deeper, muscles twitching in his jaw.
"You are a Muslim now, find your Islam."
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A cold finger touched his heart,
Mavi
He collapsed, so did his world
falling on his knees, perhaps it was a trick of darkness, or mistake of sight, she couldn't be here, definitely not dead.
His brain instantly throwing reasons and logics at him, help him survive the brutal strick.
Blood dried in the corner of her lips, bruise splashed on her cheek, the fiber of her scarf streched enough to tear.
Several fatal slits climbing up her sleeve, cuts so deep, the white of her bone, dimmed by vibrant blood still warm, flowing, drenching her chothes
His breath hitched, deflating his lungs, when he take in the damage done to her, the grief muffled his heart, pain running in his veins, the death of his wife, weighed him down.
He wanted death, if not to live then to die with her.
He couldn't bring himself to fact that his wife was being tortured, and murdered beyond these walled, and he didn't do anything.
He loathed himself,
he hated her.
In the state of trance, his hand moved toward her pale hand lying on her sides, his lips had touched the her hand, skin just above the branched vein, ever so lightly.
His trembling fingers longed to be laced with her hand, in his agony he didn't noticed the pointed black leather shoe, glistening when caught light, moving with lighting speed in the air, as it made impact with her abdomen.
Her body smashed against the wall, when Elijah kicked her.
He shuddered,
His lips trembled, from head to toe, every fiber, muscle in his being vibrated violently.
It wasn't because of the kick but because of
The scream.
The heart pricing scream, which moulded into thick hot melting metal, slowly dripping down, caressing every curve of his spine.
Her scream
The howl ripped past her lips, unfurling in the air, in the every moment Damien realised two things
Mavi's alive.
Something in him, scratching and crawling to the top, had just snapped.
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Stay home, save your country!
Good night
-V.A