Beginning

It was way beyond midnight or very early morning. It has been hours since they were inside the home. Making love, Smoking, sharing their cigarettes. Sharing their truths.

He: I'm old, broken, I will die a death of a moth.
All I can be a cloud which is barely a cloud in the perfect blue afternoon sky.

He: And I'm young, beautiful and probably I will live forever.
I'm like first rain, light tangy smell, I'm like a perfectly cast character.

He: You are god's best creation.
And you want me?
Me?
I'm dirty inside.
You will have to clean memories, past, things which I did knowingly.
You have to kill them.
Don't show mercy.
You know they have to die for us to survive.
I may cry.
Wet the pillows.
Again.
Make them go.
Can you do that?

He: I may not succeed or survive. But I will try.
I will kill all of them, but you who has to bury them.
Again.
My heart is open if you need a hideout.
For Ever.
I will do all that but in return you have to hear.

He: what?

He: I love you.
.
.
.
He: You know I do.