It was like to watch someone die. Imagine the death of someone who is very close to your heart. Someone who you know that no matter what, is soon going to leave this mortal realm forever. Someone for whom you wish you could’ve died instead. And yet, there is absolutely nothing that can be done. Nothing except to just helplessly wait and watch his life seeping out of his body, little by little, day by day, with each passing heartbeat. And all you are left to do is to hold that fragile, silvery string of hope that makes you believe that any moment now, a miracle would happen and your that ‘someone’ would just get up and kiss you on your forehead and you’d get to see him live happily and turn into an old man of a hundred and twenty.
For her, it was the same feeling. It was like to watch someone die. To watch that someone die, whom she loved above everyone else, whom she loved above herself…. and that was saying something.
But this wasn’t the death of a friend, or a family member or a pet. Or for that matter, it wasn’t technically a death at all! Because there were no living souls involved, no doctors or nurses at duty, or no machines noting the pulse rate or the body temperature.
It was the death of a feeling.
The death of a special bond that tied two people stronger than metal chains ever can . And she had only one option: to watch it die. To watch it evaporate into thin air as if it never existed. And the thing is…. that she knew that she had it coming. She knew it right since the beginning. Because, a long time ago, she was the one to hold that silvery string of hope for him and blow in the magic dust of life and feelings once again into his almost dead heart. But she knew that this would eventually happen. But it took a lot of time to happen and that led her to an illusion that maybe, just maybe this situation would never arrive. She was led to believe that her glittery ray of hope was more than enough to ignite his dormant soul and to brighten that dark corner of his heart that was once engulfing his whole identity. But little did she know, that the ‘dark corner’ wasn’t merely dark, but it was a black hole in itself. A black hole that was feeding off his energy and now, was on a mission to erase every single drop of her magic dust that was somehow trying to cling onto the deep corners of his heart. But this time, she did not know what to do. This time, even she could feel a strange ache, a very consuming hollowness and an ‘identical to his’ black hole forming someone in her own chest and she knew that now, her love was going to die… leaving her as a casuality in it’s wake. And this time, even she could’nt do anything because this time, it was her who needed someone to hold that silver string for her but there was absolutely no one to do that. And she knew that now, even she was going to die along with the death of that lovely bond, along with the death of their cherished memories, along with the death of their love. Beacause……
This was the death of magic…..