Life on The Edge (2)
星期四 十一月 15, 2007 12:23 am
He came to the beach again, which he thought of as his own secret place.
It was a tiny sandy land, quiet and remote, hidden from the world by a rocky rill.
People seldom came here. A couple of seagulls rested on the dark reefs.
Often, he would sit motionless near the shore for a long time. The birds got used to him; they never bothered to fly away.
The cold feeling rose in his mind. To the birds, he was another silent rock. He exhaled in a long sigh.
A distant sunset shed its crimson light over the waves. Rocks turned brown. He knew it was time to go back. He took his last glance at the place, and knew tonight he would dream of her again.
Many times he pictured her in his arms: her body cuddled him, her quivering lips whispered and her shiny eyes blinked …He wanted to bend down to touch her soft body and kiss her…but just then all fancy disappeared, he woke to numb dark. Many times, he ended up sleepless.
"How is she now?" He wondered. His longing, like the wind whirl grasped him.
Pain pierced him like many sharp knives. He feared this time he had lost her forever. How he wished she could forgive him. How he wished to tell her the truth. But his pride, the stubborn pride prevented him. Lichen grew cold and bitter over him, he turned to the darkness.