Spread Your Wings
“Today is the last day of my chained life. It’s been a year I relished a good night sleep - completely in peace not thinking about her. The world’s worries meant nothing to me when compared to her. When it gets to you, do you have a choice?” I wrote in my diary.
The phone rang with the same dreariness as it has been for years. That everlasting ring continued. I would have ignored it with the same monotony as I normally do but not this time.
“It not even dawn. You promised!”
“Do I have choice?” I complained. I learnt that life is one fast lane when you don’t have choices.
After we were tired of walking in the woods, lying on our backs we watched the birds, the clear sky, the mesh formed by the leaves and branches that blocked our view while she talked.
“This sight reminds me of the gloomy sketch of the depressed bird you gifted me, do you remember?”
“Yah, a free bird flying lonely for some and just a dark silhouette for others, I miss that life now.” I snapped.
“Crap. Last three years have been exceptional because of you, my psycho”
“I need to break free, why can’t you notice?”
“Love is all around us, now stop whining” she kissed me for the last time.
“When you spread your wings too much” I said pulling the trigger “you get hurt”. The bird was free, my love was free and so was I.