The chill of winter had already started loosing its effect, as the Valentine’s Day was warming the love in so evermore abandoned hearts. But it was tranquil chill all about me, within me. The chill that I’d someway treasured, whether or not loved. But who was I to censure; it was I, who had lost the faith, who had lost the credence. It was I, who had lost the passion… the craze.

He walks into my domain, fully clad in ashen white, the color of angel. As I turn to see who has approached in at those late hours of darkness, I could affirm I saw a halo above his head, identical to his radiant smile. Beyond the qualms, it was he. It was my redeemer, my seraph, who has come for me, to embrace me, to cherish me. Perhaps he also sensed the reserve. Even though I wanted him to reside away from me tonight more than ever, I needed him to make me feel warm once more. Almost as if he knew what he is supposed to do, He bit by bit steps into my sphere of dreadful hurt, the substantial restrictions that I’d formed. He gets on to his knees, in front of my bed, with so much elegance that it almost make me throb for his touch. I can feel his breath; I can sense his heartbeat, relaxed and warm. I inhale deep, propping my self up on my elbow, staring at him wordlessly, grimly, ambiguously impassive.

Blanket that has enclosed my body - merely a barricade amid us, as I stay unmoving. Our gaze mate, reverberating each other’s needs, desires. He is the one to converse initially, ” Our life is like a piano, there are white bliss keys, there are black pain keys, but we must bear in mind that black and white keys together, generates supreme of all symphonies.”

Silence chase me like a fly to a fire. He smiles… his angelic smile. And continues, ” I know you’ve gone through a lot, you’ve suffered, your innocence was traumatized for bodily desires of a cunning man. There may be nothing that I could say that would make you whole for a second time…”

I am shaken, as I am reminded of the past. The precedent that was more or less elapsed, but still breathing somewhere within me. The Darkness is converting itself into a fog by then, getting thicker and thicker around me as seconds pass like time without end. He carries on, “But I can propose what I contain…” He closes in against me, leisurely pulling away my blanket, revealing me to his tender affection.

He breaks the awkward silence after a few long moments, gazing directly into my eyes, searching for the hope that has been dead from a few years. “I Offer ‘ME’… I surrender my self, unreserved. I yield my soul to you, if that would reconstruct your faith.” He stays on his knees, letting the lexis descend in, letting the eyes do the residual talk.

I am feeling unexplainable sentiments, the razor-sharp sting of love inflowing my heart, making me feel chaste again… making me yearn to immediately leave all the horrendous belongings of damage for a jiffy and to strive to trust on ‘love’ again. He goes on, ” I’m yours, to make or to break. I would hold no hatred, no penitence for what you do to me tonight. I feel for you so much, that its shattering my heart to see you hurting. I necessitate you back, healed, in return I want your ache in whatever shape you desire to extract.”

I seize him by his neck with my fingers, so firm that he’s incapable to inhale. How could he stab into my wounds like that and attempt to draw me out, how could he just make me vulnerable by acting as god!? It rages me, to my core. I’m trembling, like on inferno. He is still looking at me, with a smile, not struggling but courageously accepting it. If he would have wanted it, he could have thrown me away like a rag doll. But my White Knight in Shining Armour has shown his guts. He has kept his word.

Almost a minute passes, I could see the veins on his temple almost bulging due to lack of air, and he still says nothing, does nothing. For a moment he closes his eyes, and opens them back to look at me with untainted adore, nothing else. He whispers, ” Eradicate me if it is your need of vengeance, but remember, I’m yours and will always be…”

His voice turns down to nil, as he closes his eyes again. He has accomplished. The pain is slowly flowing down through my eyes, in purest of its all forms… tears. I have dragged my self away from him, my tearful face between my hands. Past a flash second, he reaches up, lays a hand on me for the first time, takes my hands away from my face and looks into my eyes… “You’re brave. You recognize your belief in me; you’ve faith in my love. Just let the aged wounds diminish its venom with the tears tonight… and let tomorrow be a new-fangled day…”

He cradles me into his arms, so secure that I could feel me melting in, being one with him. I’m feeling a piece of me have come alive, like I could stroke its velvety live facade with my intellect. May be I’ve got what I’ve craved for, may be I’ve finally regained the faith. May be now I had departed from my wounds.

May be… Just may be…