Exhilarating Death (an excerpt)
He looked at everything around him. His head refused to move, and his grey eyes, the only ones who could still boast of an agility to see and understand, to have the strength to do so still, were tired of the water’s persistent efforts to lay them down with spearheads of raindrops. Yet they kept turning around noticing everything they could. So his eyes breathed in the water, the prowess of the water, the almighty water that had taught him to live, and the same water that would take his life.
With the raindrops strangling his light brown hair into shapes and strands inappropriately artistic, he looked back at his life; the bruises and tears and the smiles that had been lost, and returned only when they were escorted by memories. The emotionlessness had become something that shaped him now. He decided he must’ve learnt it someplace. He knew where. It had all started 14 years back.
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