Short Memories

It was not supposed to be like this. A warm afternoon with the smell of flowers, the sun hidden behind a bed of clouds and the room I loved was supposed to be quiet. The room I visit after school, behind the new building. An old room, with a rustic smell. Yet today there was a pungent smell. The smell of sweat and humidity. Opening the door was my mistake. A mistake that I want to erase from my memory. The mistake of love. The love I wanted had someone else in his arms. The sharp gaze that I wanted all to myself was looking passionately at the person in his arms. Those soft and gentle strands of hair, that comforted me, had another man's hands through them. The moment of jealousy being washed away by pure sadness, not even a second was spared for me to take in the scene in front of me. The long-lasted love, broken, never to be fixed. The love harnessed through time shattered in a matter of seconds. The thought of repulsiveness never touched down. Strength, that I never had, told me to get up. Get up and leave. Don’t think about anything. Anyone. Anytime. A single tear slid down. Any thought, broken. Words lost. Time lost. Standing and watching, not moving, not breathing. The need to leave grew stronger and stronger. Yet my feet took root, not moving, not breathing, but dying. Then warmth embraced me. From behind, tightly not leaving. It was him. Strong burning hair, tearful eyes looking into my dead ones. One strong pull and I was lifted, like the fire he took me, sobbing and nodding. The warmth is too much for me. I never want to leave. Never stop. Always look at him. He is my fire. I will not let him go. Even if he forgets me, I will still not let go. Grab onto him forever. My Blaze.