There are times in life when you become transfixed, unaware of the surrounding. There are other times when you get tired of everything and anything, you close your eyes and pretend that nothing exists.
There are times when even if you close your eyes you cannot escape because in your mind reality plays like a movie, times where there are no escape routes for possible fire outbreak, no safe place, no back door, the only thing you can do is open your eyes and face reality. And burn with it!
That's what I did.
I opened my eyes slowly happy that I could still open them as it meant that I wasn't dead not yet at least.
But that's when reality hit me like a bomb, some situations were worse than death.
This was one.
A bleeding scar had his arms around my waist, shielding me, breathing on my hair. I blinked, I couldn't even breathe.
I wanted to cry, to scream, but I stood there because option one and two were not probable.
Sometimes when you have so many emotions swirling inside you, you can only let out nothing.
"Scar." I whispered, licking my parched lips. My voice was a summon to him. He jerked, removing his hands from around me, letting go of me.
I immediately felt as though my heart had been ripped out of my chest with so much force it left blood spilling down my veins.
Scar turned around as we both gaped at the man in front of us. He was dazzled, perplexed by us.
Without a will of mine I slipped my hands into Scars and he squeezed it in reassurance stopping for a moment the excessive pounding in my head.
"This is madness! You take a bullet for a girl who won't still be yours in the end!" He laughed, hysterically. "You are both crazy. What love is this?"
Scar wanted to say Something but he didn't. He looked weak, drained of all strength and it scared the hell out of me.
"The type you will never have." I whispered, as tears started to form in my eyes. My heart made flip flops as though it were swimming in pain and fighting not to drown.
"Actually no. No no no. I definitely would never have it." He replied in a mocking tone, shaking his head.
I ignored him and turned to Scar.
Scar's blue shirt was now drenched in blood and unfortunately this time the blood was his. I was worried, I was hurt more than he was, the bullet should have hit me not him.
Him dying for me would serve no purpose because I was bound to die with him.
"Scar you are loosing a lot of blood." I sobbed, holding his hands firmly.
"He should." The man mocked. His hands moved to the trigger again and my vision blurred. "I will finish what we started."
Scar covered me with his arms. He was acting as my shield, but I didn't want him to.
I wanted the bullet to hit me, to go deep into my skin, shatter my flesh, and pierce my soul. I wanted to bleed with him. I wanted our blood to mix, to form a beautiful art. To be a blood covenant to always love each other till death.
I tried to push Scar away from me but I couldn't, I wanted to save him as much as he wanted to save me but he was stronger and his strength made me weak.
"Don't do this to yourself, to me please Scar..." I cried out, trying to wriggle myself out of his embrace.
He didn't move even an inch. "I won't let anything happen to you. Didn't I promise you that. I would die for you Mira."
"Please..... Do...do..nt do this to me." I sobbed.
I closed my eyes waiting for it, waiting for the bullet that would hit him and Pierce me.
Maybe our love story was bound to end like other great love tales, In death.