With their perfectly modern intellectual minds mocking their intuition, they had been walking towards each other in an indistinguishable coherence, observing each other discreetly. But it was only now that they had become aware that the other person was neither negligent nor reluctant. And in their last few steps, hesitantly aware of each other’s presence, they slowed down in attempt at nothing.
Both of them, but Alix more so, found they elements of mystery and uncertainty in such situations like this to be the contributors to the playground of a juvenile mind. And they were certain to have outgrown of anything closer. They had never experienced such exhilaration, tantalizingly challenging this belief of theirs. In spite of many a setbacks, they had continued to ignore and adjourn this dissonance.
They had done this before one too many times. And no, they weren’t too proud to say but they had succeeded to fail. They were willing to do so again, and again, until one fine day they would fail to fail. And then they would win, but until then, they had no reason sensible enough to let themselves out of their own dominion.
The air right then was dry, the night unstill. None of them were alone, and yet they wouldn’t talk. Laughter broke out as one of Alix’s friends told a joke. But to her, the joke wasn’t funny at all, but a mere mockery of the obvious. She preffered intelligent, witty humor over thoughtless, childish remarks that were mistaken for jokes. And so, she was merely annoyed by the distraction that gave her no reason to laugh.
To Alex, this meek, simple and yet extraordinary girl had always been more sensible than himself. It was no surprise that the silent, and yet at times, fidgety boy also had an impression that asserted the highest levels of admiration on Alix’s mind. They were indeed, fascinated by the sparkling magnificence and subtle character that they possessed. In spite of all that, like spheres of silver, they were not reciprocating but somehow reflecting each other. And every time that they met, these reflections would form endless loops, swirling, dissolving and then eventually disappearing into themselves.
Alex observed a genuine expression curiosity turning into an honest look of disinterest and then back. He smiled while looking at the ground in front of him. He didn’t count, but estimated around 12 steps before they’d pass each other and then swiftly turned to face Alix.
It would not be absurd to say that in this very moment he felt similarly annoyed by the discussion going on around him. He always shunned away topics critical in nature, for he believed that they were just facades, false impressions of deeper problems, which none other than himself seemed to be interested in. It wasn’t either the case that he had enough knowledge on any such subjects, and neither that he had ever tried to gain some.
Alix just as always found herself to be alloyed with unwanted pretenses that emerged from her unconscious. This, in fact was one of the reasons she looked at everyone around her with a similar perception, as spheres of silver lining with dark, presumably black tar underneath. Not that she was the same, but she knew that anything worth fighting for came with a price. Little did her self-righteous mind know that a few things really worth fighting for came with a prize.
3, possibly 4 steps were left. Alex slowed down further for he didn’t wish for the moment to pass, not again. He didn’t wish for her to pass, not again, for if she would, he knew that he wouldn’t turn back. He had never been too big on looking back. But he wasn’t sure, not a cent percent at least, and neither was she. They were seeing each other after a considerably long time, and they were consciously aware that this could very well be the last time they saw each other.
If it was not for Alix, right then, it would have certainly been the last time they saw each other, and a moment of potential significance in their lives would have passed just like the ordinary ones, only longer. But luckily for both of them, this was one of those moments when something just ticks within the brain, and a chill grips the body in what they call fear. By then, even if Alex was growing out of the situation, Alix was condensing into it with just one question in her head. She said to herself- “Although I’m not sure, but this is as sure as I’ve ever been. And what if this is as far as I’ll ever go?”
But they had passed each other by then. They had tried to hold on to something they wanted to end and mark the beginning of something else, something greater. But to the most of their expectations, it had merely ended, ended into nothing but a whispered scream. The discussion on his side had ended; the joke on hers didn’t last. But he had not spoken, neither had she laughed. Were all those luxuries, the pleasures of mortal minds missed for nothing? If yes, did that matter to any of them? If not, why did they miss it all? Did anything at all mattered? Or was it too late to answer that?
She turned her head unhurriedly, looking over her shoulder and then virtually pulling the rest of her body. “Hey!” she yelled.
Both of them, but Alix more so, found they elements of mystery and uncertainty in such situations like this to be the contributors to the playground of a juvenile mind. And they were certain to have outgrown of anything closer. They had never experienced such exhilaration, tantalizingly challenging this belief of theirs. In spite of many a setbacks, they had continued to ignore and adjourn this dissonance.
They had done this before one too many times. And no, they weren’t too proud to say but they had succeeded to fail. They were willing to do so again, and again, until one fine day they would fail to fail. And then they would win, but until then, they had no reason sensible enough to let themselves out of their own dominion.
The air right then was dry, the night unstill. None of them were alone, and yet they wouldn’t talk. Laughter broke out as one of Alix’s friends told a joke. But to her, the joke wasn’t funny at all, but a mere mockery of the obvious. She preffered intelligent, witty humor over thoughtless, childish remarks that were mistaken for jokes. And so, she was merely annoyed by the distraction that gave her no reason to laugh.
To Alex, this meek, simple and yet extraordinary girl had always been more sensible than himself. It was no surprise that the silent, and yet at times, fidgety boy also had an impression that asserted the highest levels of admiration on Alix’s mind. They were indeed, fascinated by the sparkling magnificence and subtle character that they possessed. In spite of all that, like spheres of silver, they were not reciprocating but somehow reflecting each other. And every time that they met, these reflections would form endless loops, swirling, dissolving and then eventually disappearing into themselves.
Alex observed a genuine expression curiosity turning into an honest look of disinterest and then back. He smiled while looking at the ground in front of him. He didn’t count, but estimated around 12 steps before they’d pass each other and then swiftly turned to face Alix.
It would not be absurd to say that in this very moment he felt similarly annoyed by the discussion going on around him. He always shunned away topics critical in nature, for he believed that they were just facades, false impressions of deeper problems, which none other than himself seemed to be interested in. It wasn’t either the case that he had enough knowledge on any such subjects, and neither that he had ever tried to gain some.
Alix just as always found herself to be alloyed with unwanted pretenses that emerged from her unconscious. This, in fact was one of the reasons she looked at everyone around her with a similar perception, as spheres of silver lining with dark, presumably black tar underneath. Not that she was the same, but she knew that anything worth fighting for came with a price. Little did her self-righteous mind know that a few things really worth fighting for came with a prize.
3, possibly 4 steps were left. Alex slowed down further for he didn’t wish for the moment to pass, not again. He didn’t wish for her to pass, not again, for if she would, he knew that he wouldn’t turn back. He had never been too big on looking back. But he wasn’t sure, not a cent percent at least, and neither was she. They were seeing each other after a considerably long time, and they were consciously aware that this could very well be the last time they saw each other.
If it was not for Alix, right then, it would have certainly been the last time they saw each other, and a moment of potential significance in their lives would have passed just like the ordinary ones, only longer. But luckily for both of them, this was one of those moments when something just ticks within the brain, and a chill grips the body in what they call fear. By then, even if Alex was growing out of the situation, Alix was condensing into it with just one question in her head. She said to herself- “Although I’m not sure, but this is as sure as I’ve ever been. And what if this is as far as I’ll ever go?”
But they had passed each other by then. They had tried to hold on to something they wanted to end and mark the beginning of something else, something greater. But to the most of their expectations, it had merely ended, ended into nothing but a whispered scream. The discussion on his side had ended; the joke on hers didn’t last. But he had not spoken, neither had she laughed. Were all those luxuries, the pleasures of mortal minds missed for nothing? If yes, did that matter to any of them? If not, why did they miss it all? Did anything at all mattered? Or was it too late to answer that?
She turned her head unhurriedly, looking over her shoulder and then virtually pulling the rest of her body. “Hey!” she yelled.
