Sins and Sinners

Rain falls around me but I do not care. My hands are clenched at my side, my eyes focused on a single point in the dark horizon just across the empty field. I am surrounded by yellow grass the reaches my ankles, the terrain is bare of any other vegetation. The air is warm with a humidity that clings to my skin in thin beads, mixing with the rain that slides down my chest. The heavens are dark and swirling, clouds forming a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of darkness hindered only by the flashes of lightning that bite through the sky.

Tears are trickling down my cheeks in a river that joins the beads of rain and humidity, the three veins of liquid following their path across my chest and towards the waist band of my jeans. A soft breeze whispers through my brown hair, teasing my brown irises and provoking a fresh nest of irritating tears. My skin is pale against the skyline, a milky color that does not look human. Only my eyes are dark: my black pupils are contracted, the glow they normally hold is gone; the skin underneath them is the color of death, sagging slightly in a way that is not natural for a person so young.

Another strike of lightning crosses the sky, as I take a single step before stopping: my knees are too weak as he final words travel quickly across my mind. “You betrayed me, and for that I will make you pay.” She had screamed at me as she had twisted away, blonde hair flowing fluently with her body. She had walked away briskly, never turning her head back towards me. Only hours later my phone had rung and I had known without even picking up. There had been something dreadful to the sound and my voice had not remained strong as I heard the news. She was gone. A car crash, they had said, but I knew differently: this is the way the Gods have of punishing me; I am a sinner, a liar, a deserter. They want me to pay, and so they have taken the one person I love without even giving me the chance to explain myself.

As I stand under the rain, a decision is made. I feel no fear, only decision. I know it is the right thing to do, I know there is no other way: I can not live without her. Some may think it is foolish for a man such as myself to kill myself over love, when no morals have ever lived in my soul before.

She was a saint. I was a sinner. How ironic it is for two such people to love each other? How ironic was it that we were both destined to die on the same day? How ironic is it for a saint and a sinner to share so much?

And so it is that I let myself fall forward, the stale grass nicking my skin as my body finds the ground. And I lay and wait patiently, for death is sure to find me soon.

Just a little drabble I had the inspiration to write. Yes, I know a lot is not completely explained but it is nothing but a drabble ;) So, lemme know what ya think! As always, everything written above belongs to me and if I see it posted somewhere else without my consentment I will NOT be happy. Do not try me out. The image is credited to the wonderful Lorena. Isnt it beautiful?

Cheers,

Drew