That Day

It marked the day of sadness. The people sat in chairs around the fire. The rebellions were no longer considered rebellious.  The people had given up, their hopes of freedom shattered. The corpses lay around the old city. Men, women even children who had gotten trapped between crossfires. Student lay in their own blood as their families wept for them quietly rom their beds.

A girl sat in the shadows of the river, her face void of any innocence. She had seen too much, the scars inflicted on her much deeper than her skin. She thought of days when people lived without fear. She had heard of them only from her grandparents, never seeing it with her own eyes. She lay down on the grass, listening to the gentle laps of the river. Soft footsteps could be heard heading towards her. She didn’t move for she felt no fear. The grass rustled as she felt a body sit next to her. A boy sat there. His face held a soft smile of remembrance. The shadows of the night protected them from the soft moonlight. That night they lay in each other’s arms, the final night of childhood made unforgettable. When the shadows disappeared and the sun shone in the sky, they said their goodbyes. Promises were kept and kisses were kissed.

As the sun rose to its highest point, the rebellious forces tried once more. The boy stood on the other side. He stood against them.  The girl stood with a smile on her face by her family as they charged. Freedom etched into their hearts.

That day promises were kept. As the bodies lay on the ground. People passing by could see a girl hand in hand with a boy. Both seemed so different yet so united. They lay with peaceful smiles on their faces on either side of the city. One stood for the people, the other for the government yet they seemed not so different. I guess that is where people go wrong. In the end we are, one we are united. No one can say we are not. We will always be together but in that togetherness, we will be alone.