Amongst the Thorns, She Fights!


This I dedicate to The Unsilent.  He continues to be one hell of a great friend and has touched my life in many ways. This is for you.


Droplets of water fell heavier onto the earth from the clouds above. The more it rained the more the night grew darker, longer and more silent. They made their way home, to her house in the downpour. Sadly, the rain didn’t aid her in her state of confusion and his of silence. There, they sat, in their predefined places of seating, she on the left, and he on the right. Her hands lay on her lap and while his right hand was on the wheel and the other had made its permanent abode for the journey on the gear shift. He always preferred it that way, and she didn’t mind it. She had always found his form of driving exciting, there was something quite enthralling about it.

To her, he was perfect. The dimmed lights on the road shadowed his profile, the way he drove, the way he placed his hand on the wheel, the way he lunged his hand forward when shifting gears, the way he swung the vehicle, in such grace, almost as if he was born to drive it, born to shift gears the way he did. He carried it off so well. She was enthralled, no doubt about it.

She sighed subconsciously before she could catch herself. It went unnoticed and she was glad.  In thoughtful embrace, she looked away, her senses cautioning her ever so slightly to the fact that he might catch her spying him. But she couldn’t not look at him. Her facade was breaking. It became clearer every time she looked at him, and every time she did, it was a new feeling. Every move sent her into frenzy, and with every moment her mind became more frazzled.  Her mind had exploded into a million emotions, whizzing through her limits, and her boundaries where she set apart the trivialities of life to the necessities.

This sudden need to want something more, she couldn’t understand any of it. She couldn’t comprehend why she was feeling this way, why she was doing the things she did, the way she was acting. Why now? Why not when it had been right; when it was perfect? Why now when everything was just returning to normalcy. She only knew there was a connection and this connection was getting too complicated to be ignored.

She tried with all her might to keep it under control, but tonight, this gloomy night, she might have had too much to drink and her thoughts were not helping her either. She looked at him once more, ever more sneakily than the last, she didn’t understand why she was stealing glances, when all she had to do was strike up a conversation, and she didn’t know why that had become so hard. Hadn’t they just had a quiet dinner together? What changed in the middle of the meal? What had sparked this change? Why was her mind in two pieces, why was it that she didn’t know how to be herself anymore? She didn’t understand what was happening to her.

As she left those thoughts roam in her head, he watched her from the corner of his eye. He swung the wheel of the car stealing glances at her through the twists and turns of the road. He took it all in, her cheeks were radiant, and her eyes were ever clear and shimmering with the aid of the sudden flashes of passing vehicles. The dinner they had enjoyed together was everything that it was supposed to have been.

Perfect .

They had reminisced the days they had spent together a long time ago, and how everything had been right, how much they had enjoyed their time together, the laughter, the moments they had shared and how right it had felt to have been in each other’s arms. They even went back to the time when they had first set theirs eyes on each other, reminiscing how they had started off on the wrong foot. Their first meeting had been awful, forming judgment on each other almost instantly on sight, they were first foes, then friends, and finally inseparable.  They have managed to move past the differences, bonding with every passing day and forming a true and unique sense of bonding, if not love.

“I love her” he thought, “I really do”. 

She had become rather distant after getting into the vehicle; he didn’t know whether it was something he did, or said, all he knew was something was on her mind.  It was as if she feared being alone with him. The restaurant may have given her a sense of security, but now that they were within the confines of a metal vehicle. He prayed it to be due to claustrophobia and not him.

He looked at her once more. That adorable frown had returned and when it did arrive it was always something that was on her mind.  Yet, she looked radiant, in her baby doll dress, which was what she called it. A baby doll indeed. They came up with the silliest names for inanimate objects.

Pushing that stray thought from his mind, he realised how he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and what he wanted to tell her.  It had dawned to him, how he hated not knowing what was on her mind, what she thought, how she felt. He hated how the silence was distancing them, because he yearned to be one with her, alone, together, maybe forever. His friends might think it insane; to even think such thoughts, but no one really knew him. She was one of the few people who rarely saw him in his true skin. He didn’t know when this feeling came to be, he didn’t know when she became one of the people he needed the most, someone he needed around  day in and day out. He didn’t realise how meeting the person whom he had only truly loved despite his ignorance, would change his world forever.

She had always been there, for what seemed like eons. She was what he had been waiting for all his life and he had never realised it, taking her for granted for being there. It dawned to him now, that that very moment; his heart would forever be linked with hers.  It was the only thing he knew and understood at that moment. It felt like he was touched by an angel as clichéd as that was. Yes, an angel, with doe-eyes and a sensational smile.

With that fleeting thought, he looked at her and said “I….”

She broke away from her thoughts and looked at him and silently responded, “Hmm….”

She looked apprehensive; he wondered what she feared in him.

She wondered what his next words would be. Would he tell her about the girl he’s been dying over, the one he’d fallen head over heels for. The one he said he couldn’t stop thinking. What had her name been, had she forgotten, or hadn’t he told her. It was insignificant now, maybe this was what love was supposed to be, sacrifices and comprises for the one you really love and adore.

“Err…., do you mind stopping for coffee, there’s something I need to tell you” he finally stammered.

She nodded and said “okay” solemnly, she needed to clear her head; a rush of caffeine might do wonders for her perplexion.

As the vehicle came to a halt, he turned off the engine and just looked straight ahead. The both took in the silence.

He opened his mouth, to utter those words he had been dying to tell her, but froze. His heartbeat accelerated, he felt it thumping against his chest. “It’s so loud” He thought. He gulped and tried again.

“Remember back at the restaurant…”

“Hmmm…” she nodded as she acknowledged it.

“Well remember that girl I told you about?”

“Hmmm yes I do”, she said as calmly as she could though her fingernails were digging into her thigh, to make sure no emotion or sadness seeped through her facade. 

“Well that girl…” he continued looking at her.

She looked at him, with tears brimming in her eyes. 

He got closer to her, and touched her face.

“That girl…” he continued as he got even closer  “is you!” he said leaning in towards her, cupping her hands and kissing her with a passion that stirred in his gut.


As they kissed, it rained harder and more heavier, matching the racing beats of their hearts. Whilst they lay, in lip lock, mustering up the emotions they possessed, their hearts interwined like the fingers that were, nothing had ever felt so right for them than to be one. 



So, this is the afternote. I realise that the story ending is a tad bit cliched and yes, it’s different from my normal genre. But, I enjoyed writing this, plus a little dreaming helps us all. So, I dreamt. Outcome was the above. Hope you liked it.

7 responses

  1. The ending was striking!!! Loved it. =)
    Write more!

    September 9, 2009 at 5:28 am

  2. Nice one 😀 I liiikes

    September 9, 2009 at 5:29 am

  3. egg shell ant 🙂

    September 9, 2009 at 12:50 pm

  4. Thanks Guys 🙂 I thought it would come out a bit clichéd, I’m thrilled you guys like it. 🙂 HUGS

    September 9, 2009 at 1:00 pm

  5. honoured by the dedication 🙂 and great post too. its a common ending not a cliche ending. the way you built it up is really nice.


    btw do u check me out wen i drive 😛

    September 9, 2009 at 5:15 pm

    • @Unsilent – *biggest hug ever* thank you…. hehehe nooooo 😛 hehe

      September 10, 2009 at 1:48 am

  6. somehow the ending was too fairytale-esque for me…
    maybe cause there wasn’t much build-up… it didn’t really change anything per se
    I think the second half needs work
    especially the way it leads up to the end

    September 16, 2009 at 3:40 pm

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