ETERNAL AGONY (Edward: A Cruel Thing Called Love)
I watched her sleep restlessly. She has been tossing and turning almost all night. I adjusted her bandaged arm and placed it over her stomach. I got up from the letto and went to sit on the rocking chair – in order to give her space. Give her spazio – that’s what I ought to do.
Immediately after I left her side, her hands searched for me.
“No…” she whimpered. Her eyes flew open. Her eyes searched for me in the dark. Panic written all over her face.
I thought she was already deeply asleep. I sighed.
“I’m here.” I said. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she finally saw me. Relief washed over her face.
“I thought…” She started and then stopped. She shuddered. “What are te doing over there?” She asked hoarsely.
“I’m giving te space.” I winced at the double meaning of my simple explanation. Would she comprehend the meaning behind the words?
Confusion clouded her Cioccolato brown eyes. I couldn’t do this to her, now. I couldn’t do this to her, ever. I couldn’t orso the thought of leaving her, hurting her. But I know I SHOULD. If I want to keep her safe, alive.. I MUST.
Her lower lip trembled.
My defenses crumbled…
“You’ve been tossing and turning. I wanted to give te più room.” I explained softly.
Again relief washed over her lovely face. She smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry.” She said, then lowered her eyes.
“There’s no need for te to apologize, Bella. It is, after all, your bed.” I detto harshly.
Your bed…Your life…Your Safety.
She lifted shocked eyes to me.
“I only meant…” She stammered.
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“You’re forgiven.” She detto immediately.
How easy for her to forgive me – for being selfish, for putting her in danger over and over again for being who I am. Could she also forgive me if I do what I’m supposed to do?
“How’s your arm?” I asked her to distract myself from the gloom that’s threatening to engulf me.
“Not hurting.” She murmured. I could easily see through her lie. I decided to let it go. She would see the real art of lying, soon.
Tomorrow, then.
No, not tomorrow.
Indecision crippled me.
I’ll allow myself a couple of weeks. No, a couple of days…a week…even a giorno o two – with her. I need to prepare her.
For what?
The truth – something I don’t want to admit, to face - I need to find the will…The strength – to say goodbye..
I kept my face smooth and expressionless as pain hit me, crushed me. The thought of leaving her was unbearable. But I knew I couldn’t risk her life anymore. I knew what I must do. I fought the choking sound that’s trying to escape from my parched throat.
“Go back to sleep.” I told her hoarsely.
“I can’t sleep without te beside me. I don’t need più room. I need you.” She detto almost shyly.
Aaah…this is going to be difficult.
‘Please…” She breathed.
I caught the scent of her breath in the air. I knew this would haunt me when I’m gone.
Oh, why not? Why not spend this entire night holding her? Why not carve this last night with her in my memory?
I got up from the rocking chair and lay beside her.
Remember what is right and what is wrong. I reminded myself. I sighed. I wrapped the quilt around her snugly. I smoothed out her hair – arranged it so it fan around her face, just as I always like it, just like the first time I sneaked inside this very room and watched her sleeping.
Stinging in my eyes? Tears? I touched the corner of my left eye. Of course, there were no tears for me. Tears are for humans…and I am not human.
I wish I could have tears now, so I could have release.
I wish I could be human again so I wouldn’t have to leave her.
I touched her eyelids, her cheek, her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. I memorized every line, every crease, and every curve. I pressed my nose on her throat and inhaled deeply. The fuoco blazed on my throat. I would have liked the blaze to go on forever – to never stop – as long as that meant she’s with me. I raised her unbandaged arm. I placed her hand on my chest. How I wished my cuore would beat again, just this once, so that she would know how much I Amore her. How much the thought of leaving her, hurting her, kills me.
“What are te doing?” She asked sleepily.
“What do te think I’m doing?” I wanted to clue her in so that she could…stop me (?) I shook my head then sighed.
“Just thinking how lovely te are.” I detto softly. Again, stinging in my eyes.
I buried my face in her hair. I couldn’t let her see me fall apart. She embraced me. I moaned. I wish to stay this way with her forever.
“You know I Amore you, don’t you?”
I simply nodded. I don’t trust my voice not to break.
Don’t let me go…Don’t believe the lies I will tell you….Forgive me…
I wanted to say them aloud – to be selfish one last time…
“Don’t leave me…” She whispered.
I didn’t answer for I couldn’t promise her that. I knew what I should do…knew what was right.
Instead, I kissed her with all my might, with all the Amore I have inside me. I broke the baciare before it could weaken my already weak defenses.
“Now be a good girl and go back to sleep.” Be a good girl so I could fall apart, I thought sadly.
Finally, sleep came to her. I sat up in letto and faced the open window. It was a dark, starless night. An omen to my endless future without her. I cradled my head in my hands.
“Please don’t let the morning come. Don’t let the morning come.” I detto over and over again as I rock myself back and forth. Of course, there are things I could never stop, I thought as the soft raggio, ray of light started peeking through the heavy clouds – now turning grey.
Panic, depression, agony washed through my whole being. I trembled uncontrollably. I went back to memorizing her face. I took her hand carefully and held it with both of my hands.
“Bella, I Amore you. I Amore you.” I detto over and over again. I finally gave in to sobs. Choking and gasping, I kneeled on the floor da her bed, still holding her hands. I kissed her hand, the inside of her wrist, each of her fingers…
The morning finally won. The time for me to leave her is nearing. I pulled myself together and let go of her hand. I sat back on the rocking chair. Amore played a cruel trick on me, I realized. Giving her to me and forcing me to leave her.
The clock’s ticking became louder, ominous – marking the little time I have left with her. Two più days…
Before I say goodbye…Before I succumb to eternal agony.
With that in mind, I carefully arrange my face into a cold hard mask – hiding all the anguish away.
I watched her sleep restlessly. She has been tossing and turning almost all night. I adjusted her bandaged arm and placed it over her stomach. I got up from the letto and went to sit on the rocking chair – in order to give her space. Give her spazio – that’s what I ought to do.
Immediately after I left her side, her hands searched for me.
“No…” she whimpered. Her eyes flew open. Her eyes searched for me in the dark. Panic written all over her face.
I thought she was already deeply asleep. I sighed.
“I’m here.” I said. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she finally saw me. Relief washed over her face.
“I thought…” She started and then stopped. She shuddered. “What are te doing over there?” She asked hoarsely.
“I’m giving te space.” I winced at the double meaning of my simple explanation. Would she comprehend the meaning behind the words?
Confusion clouded her Cioccolato brown eyes. I couldn’t do this to her, now. I couldn’t do this to her, ever. I couldn’t orso the thought of leaving her, hurting her. But I know I SHOULD. If I want to keep her safe, alive.. I MUST.
Her lower lip trembled.
My defenses crumbled…
“You’ve been tossing and turning. I wanted to give te più room.” I explained softly.
Again relief washed over her lovely face. She smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry.” She said, then lowered her eyes.
“There’s no need for te to apologize, Bella. It is, after all, your bed.” I detto harshly.
Your bed…Your life…Your Safety.
She lifted shocked eyes to me.
“I only meant…” She stammered.
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“You’re forgiven.” She detto immediately.
How easy for her to forgive me – for being selfish, for putting her in danger over and over again for being who I am. Could she also forgive me if I do what I’m supposed to do?
“How’s your arm?” I asked her to distract myself from the gloom that’s threatening to engulf me.
“Not hurting.” She murmured. I could easily see through her lie. I decided to let it go. She would see the real art of lying, soon.
Tomorrow, then.
No, not tomorrow.
Indecision crippled me.
I’ll allow myself a couple of weeks. No, a couple of days…a week…even a giorno o two – with her. I need to prepare her.
For what?
The truth – something I don’t want to admit, to face - I need to find the will…The strength – to say goodbye..
I kept my face smooth and expressionless as pain hit me, crushed me. The thought of leaving her was unbearable. But I knew I couldn’t risk her life anymore. I knew what I must do. I fought the choking sound that’s trying to escape from my parched throat.
“Go back to sleep.” I told her hoarsely.
“I can’t sleep without te beside me. I don’t need più room. I need you.” She detto almost shyly.
Aaah…this is going to be difficult.
‘Please…” She breathed.
I caught the scent of her breath in the air. I knew this would haunt me when I’m gone.
Oh, why not? Why not spend this entire night holding her? Why not carve this last night with her in my memory?
I got up from the rocking chair and lay beside her.
Remember what is right and what is wrong. I reminded myself. I sighed. I wrapped the quilt around her snugly. I smoothed out her hair – arranged it so it fan around her face, just as I always like it, just like the first time I sneaked inside this very room and watched her sleeping.
Stinging in my eyes? Tears? I touched the corner of my left eye. Of course, there were no tears for me. Tears are for humans…and I am not human.
I wish I could have tears now, so I could have release.
I wish I could be human again so I wouldn’t have to leave her.
I touched her eyelids, her cheek, her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. I memorized every line, every crease, and every curve. I pressed my nose on her throat and inhaled deeply. The fuoco blazed on my throat. I would have liked the blaze to go on forever – to never stop – as long as that meant she’s with me. I raised her unbandaged arm. I placed her hand on my chest. How I wished my cuore would beat again, just this once, so that she would know how much I Amore her. How much the thought of leaving her, hurting her, kills me.
“What are te doing?” She asked sleepily.
“What do te think I’m doing?” I wanted to clue her in so that she could…stop me (?) I shook my head then sighed.
“Just thinking how lovely te are.” I detto softly. Again, stinging in my eyes.
I buried my face in her hair. I couldn’t let her see me fall apart. She embraced me. I moaned. I wish to stay this way with her forever.
“You know I Amore you, don’t you?”
I simply nodded. I don’t trust my voice not to break.
Don’t let me go…Don’t believe the lies I will tell you….Forgive me…
I wanted to say them aloud – to be selfish one last time…
“Don’t leave me…” She whispered.
I didn’t answer for I couldn’t promise her that. I knew what I should do…knew what was right.
Instead, I kissed her with all my might, with all the Amore I have inside me. I broke the baciare before it could weaken my already weak defenses.
“Now be a good girl and go back to sleep.” Be a good girl so I could fall apart, I thought sadly.
Finally, sleep came to her. I sat up in letto and faced the open window. It was a dark, starless night. An omen to my endless future without her. I cradled my head in my hands.
“Please don’t let the morning come. Don’t let the morning come.” I detto over and over again as I rock myself back and forth. Of course, there are things I could never stop, I thought as the soft raggio, ray of light started peeking through the heavy clouds – now turning grey.
Panic, depression, agony washed through my whole being. I trembled uncontrollably. I went back to memorizing her face. I took her hand carefully and held it with both of my hands.
“Bella, I Amore you. I Amore you.” I detto over and over again. I finally gave in to sobs. Choking and gasping, I kneeled on the floor da her bed, still holding her hands. I kissed her hand, the inside of her wrist, each of her fingers…
The morning finally won. The time for me to leave her is nearing. I pulled myself together and let go of her hand. I sat back on the rocking chair. Amore played a cruel trick on me, I realized. Giving her to me and forcing me to leave her.
The clock’s ticking became louder, ominous – marking the little time I have left with her. Two più days…
Before I say goodbye…Before I succumb to eternal agony.
With that in mind, I carefully arrange my face into a cold hard mask – hiding all the anguish away.
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in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, o acts to improve the lot of others, o strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written da some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.