Chapter 12
05 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
I love you, Airielu!
As the words left his lips, an ominous silence followed…the echoes taunting him from a distance. It was a warning, a reminder of his plight. Kurutio pushed the thought out of his mind; the only thought in his mind now– the only thing left to do was to consummate his love.
Kissing her vigorously now, he unbuttoned her blouse, his heart beating wildly. He lay against her breasts, and felt her intense warmth. Kurutio sat up, and looked once again into her eyes: They were overcomewith panic!
“What’s wrong?” He inquired.
Even now she remained silent. It was as if she had no voice to begin with…and yet, her silence was a piercing thorn to his heart.
“What should I do, Airielu?”
She was disappearing from him. He could feel it! They were running out of time fast– he felt compelled to experience her Beauty while he still had the chance.
A cloud of chaotic voices suddenly overwhelmed his being– a torrent of passion, flooding him with anguish, desperation and rage.
Sensing that the end was near, Kurutio beckoned Airielu:
“What I’m about to do, I do because I love you!“
He ripped her laced undergarments from her body with utmost shame, and she lay there frail and helpless. Taking in her raw nakedness and wretchedly vulnerable state, he smiled with criminal pleasure.
Her eyes were no longer filled with bliss, but neither were they innocent. These were the eyes of one experienced in vulgarity, and one corrupted by carnal desires. She hated him, and loved him– all at once. Her eyes shone with anger, but laced with that anger a secret glee. Both of them looked at each other intensely, the room now saturated with a mutually sadomasochistic lust.
As he tore his own clothes off his body, Kurutio smiled menacingly at Airielu, who at once returned the savage gesture. They were like animals– primal beasts, and yet ever so eerily, it was through the beast within these two that their humanity was revealed.
Kurutio lunged at Airielu forcefully, but stopped short when he noticed scars covering his hands.
Filled with a sudden terror, he looked upon his own body, and found that his entire body was covered in scars. There was visible blood everywhere– sears, incisions, gashes, and lacerations all over his body. His breath became shallow, and as he turned again to Airielu, his breath stopped.
She too had scars on her hands, and wounds all over her body. But the most terrifying thing about this ordeal, is that they were the same.
The very same scars, same wounds– completely identical.
After a lengthy pause, his breath returned, and he started coughing morbidly. With much hesitance, he turned to her again, and whispered:
“What have you been hiding from me all this time?”
Airielu turned to him slowly, her every movement caught in a ripple of time, and her composure changed to a more angelic appearance. A transcendent glow upon her face now, she walked toward him as if she were walking on water, the air providing a cushion for her tender feet to glide upon.
A warm breeze swept through the room, and her hair blew freely across her face, barely revealing a mysterious yet strangely innocent smile.
As Kurutio stood entranced by her beauty, the mansion in which they stood disappeared like dust into the wind. He stood in awe, taking in the new landscape that stood before him.
It was the same meadow that he had taken Airielu to that day.
His eyes became murky with tears, and his face was soon covered in a flood of salty tears. His whole being overcome with bittersweet melancholy.
She drew close to him gently, and pressed her hand to his cheek.
“Remember how much I loved you!”
The words reverberated with pure emotion, engraving their place in his soul.
Airielu’s eyes glistened like tears suspended in time…the eyes of an angel! Her composure was surely akin to an angel, with a serenity and beauty that far surpassed an earthly existence. Her very essence seemed to echo to the ends of the world…her face– her beautiful face a glimpse of the Heaven that awaits.
As he stood mesmerized by her beauty, a wonderful song began to unfold.
It was a song filled with memories, of times long forgotten. It filled his heart with emotions untold– feelings of an intense quality, yet of a substance for which there could be no name.
Kurutio became hypnotized by this mysterious music, and drawn to the profound essence of its message. He was overwhelmed by its magnitude, his heart lost in the waves of an age-old epiphany. He longed to better understand this feeling, and to become one with it, but was interrupted by a disturbing voice in the dark corners of his mind:
It’s only a dream!
Coming to his senses, he looked up at Airielu’s face, and was startled to find that her face was now shining with a brilliance so great that it struck fear into his heart. It was as though if he were to gaze upon her any longer, he would crumble to ashes in her magnificence!
Airielu spoke directly to him now– her thoughts to his heart– with a voice that was both loving and stern:
“Don’t be afraid, Kurutio! Tonight marks the end of the beginning! “
“Where will you be going?”, Kurutio inquired. His words were shaky and anxious.
“You will see me no more, but I will always be watching over you!”
As she said those bittersweet words, her voice began to falter, and tears once again filled her bluish-green eyes. As he stood there helpless, she shattered into a million pieces, and blew away. Just like the mansion they were once in, she disappeared into the sun, like dust into the wind.
As he stared into the open expanse, Kurutio’s eyes drifted to the past, to the first time that they had met: three years ago.
