The Storm

Lightning first, then the thunder. And in between the two…….. my heart got broken. I should have read the signs of the approaching storm earlier itself, but again I failed to read the omens.

Earlier, the evening sky was pale as I cycled back from work, the white and dark clouds scattered in the orange glow as the sun set. Today was our 3rd wedding anniversary. There was a single red rose in my inner pocket, a heart shaped silver locket on a thin silver chain gift wrapped and in my bag.

It had been love at first sight when Sophia and I met 3 years back. Our family had arranged our meeting, but Cupid had struck immediately nonetheless. As we walked and talked that day, it had started to rain. We took that as a sign of His acceptance. We got married soon, and we loved each other. A year into our marriage, we got the good news that a third member was going to grace our family. We were very excited, but the joy turned to tears when she slipped and fell in the bathroom. Our baby was lost, and she was traumatized for months afterward. I supported her through that, and she recovered nearly a year after. We never tried to have a baby again after that.

The thunder was what urged me to cycle faster today, but I still got caught in the storm. When I got home, I could see that the lights had gone, and candlelight flooded the living room. I put my bicycle by the entrance stairs, and feeling a passion for seeing her before I entered, I peered through the living room window. Lightning first, then the thunder. And in between the two…….. my heart got broken. She was on the couch, her fair skin glowing in the light, her body sweaty. Her clothes were strewn across the floor. Her eyes had that twinkle I’d seen when we first made love, that same look that now sent a pang through my heart as her passionate moan echoed through the silent room as he entered her. I turned away and walked all night through the rain. Three years of love, not once had I betrayed her trust, and today on our anniversary, I found my sweetheart with another.

Was it a moment of temptation? Was it serious between them? I had not a clue, and I needed to know. The sun was now rising, the blanket of dawn falling on me. The rain had changed to snow and the chilly breeze echoed through as I walked back home. As I entered my street, I saw them on the doorstep as they kissed passionately. As they broke apart, she saw me. Her eyes betrayed her as I knew our marriage was over. There was hurt there, but a passion that was for him and not me. She went inside and with measured steps, I followed.

The snow still fell slowly, the cycles lay forgotten near the doorstep. As I entered, she hugged me, tried to console as my tears wet her shoulder. I tried to smile, but I knew it was over. I had never seen that coming, just as I never saw the knife that entered my heart a moment later.

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. A beautifully narrated story but so poignant….a harsh reality that truly exists….Glad you're back at Thursday Tales now…it's not only me who misses you but all other followers of yours I am sure of that…:)The hush..hush is…why has Leo stopped churning out beautiful stories when in fact he is the host of TT? Nope…that's my hush…hush… peace!!!

  2. @Amity,don't think anyone else missed me dear! πŸ˜› i'm not that popular as a fictionist! :Dglad u liked my TT return, good to be back! πŸ™‚

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