Rope's perspective

(Can be read as continuation to ‘Earth’s sweet embrace’)

To want to save someone so badly that you surrender yourself to their darkness.

The depth of this well is not enough for her to find what she’s been looking for. How many more piles of dirt will she embrace before realizing they’re never going to suffice? Looking at her beautifully unhopeful companion, the rope shrugs. Salvation is not something you can convince one into. However, it is a job as useless as any other.

If peace is what she seeks, why not pursue it on the peak of a mountain? And if it’s solitude she aches for, why the lows and not the heights? Poor soul, peaceful and lonely you can be up there too. The delicate kiss of light and the shuddering bite of darkness are equally mortal. If only she’d let my body against hers, I’d gently convince her to accept my tremble.

Minutes became hours to only turn into days and then months. She came to trust me, letting me spend nights resting on her neck. Her body was mine and yet it was the soul I wanted her to yield. Why does she resist it? Could she have guessed the words of love I whispered in her ear were just a wish? All I want is for her smile to stop being sad. She has manipulated me into believing I could make her happy. However, all my efforts have been in vain. Her sad smile I have only succeeded in turning wry, at times even flippant. What does she want of me, crawl on my knees asking for forgiveness for who I am or whom I’m never going to be? Why seek my company at all then? I told her the image of mine she saw was not truthful. Yet, she insisted on telling me her secrets, letting me glimpse into the hidden places of her being. She told me power was important to her and that’s what I believed, she wanted the power over me. ‘That’s what I’ll never give you’, I told her. ‘But you didn’t let me finish, I meant…’, she continued. Silently waiting for her words to materialize, I let her gaze drown into mine. ‘Never mind’, she said looking away.

Special is what she thinks of herself. The thoughts, the suffering, the loneliness, like they’re all for her to feel only. I’ve been there a thousand times. Years I have over her and no flippant smiles would belittle who I know I am. Handfuls of necks like hers have begged me to release them into eternity. I look at her, resting, skin against damp walls.

Suddenly, I see her moving towards me. Her icy hands touch I feel. Embracing me, I sense her body tremble against mine. She has given in. I have persuaded her into abandoning the darkness of her well. Up she takes us. One steady move after another, the light comes closer. Jumping onto the ground, I see her eyes are still closed. Letting me lay next to my other half, she sighs and plunges back into darkness. Perhaps that’s what is best for both of us.