The Unforgiven

Silence was heavily practiced amongst them .... they've chosen to walk down the path of indifference

In their land they called it friendship, as they prefer not to endure pain, alone .

He had no doubts, it's soon to be done with, it's soon to be dead, numbness replaces pain, rest assured , you won't feel pain anymore .

As they walked together, no words were exchanged, their lips were sealed, he reached to his pocket , making sure that it's still there ... it was still there, he thought to him self, with relief .

They were walking towards that rock on the cliff, they call it the rock of hopes, although not so many hopes were seen arising from it , perhaps it contained so many hopes within and thus it became motionless, one would wonder .

He thought that forgiveness is the answer to all wounds, he was probably afraid of what anger may inflict on him, but love found no words, he now knows, he now realized that he was consumed, forgiveness kept no anger and preserved no love. he wanted to cry but knew that he had no tears left. he looked at the rock of hopes and wondered how many hopes of his it had, he remembers one, he hoped for this day never comes, but we only hope not what we fear .

He thought that he was unfortunate, constant battles day in and day out, he had to stand up for his ideals, he must not back down, as this will be the last day of his life. he hoped for someone to understand him, asking nothing in return but to be there when he requires. he had no love and no anger, as he approached the rock, he felt ... nothing, he has to do it, he can not back down, this must be finished.

As they stood there, they couldn't look into each other eyes, it was time. he pulled it out of his pocket, and without seeing, he pushed it towards him .... it's done.

It took him a few minutes to bring his breaths down, before he can finally open his eyes and look towards him, and as he turned his head, he saw ... nothing. he was not there, he jumped like a mad man, running around the cliff in circular movements, and while he was in the in process of losing his mind, he glimpsed an old man sitting under an old oak tree few yards away, he hesitated a bit before he finally decided to go towards him, slowly approaching him he didn't know how to ask him.

"He's gone" the old man said without looking at him

"pardon, what did you say?" he uttered

"your friend, he's gone"

"he's not my friend ... what do you mean gone?"

"you never cared to look at him, he left you down the road, you were standing at the cliff alone the whole time" the man said with a smile on his face