Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 108
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 108
Those blonds appearing out of nowhere....
It was like that with Claudia, with Mel, with Deliah... again and again. Only now have I noticed the trend of a blonde lady who was not my type at all crossing my path and temporarily taking me by the hand.
Those boney blonds showed me that the world was bigger than the confinement of my current relationship, that there was so much more, seducing me to explore the great unknown.
Not always did these heralds set me free; sometimes the longing for what you had needed years to wear out, like with Mel.
It had taken many tries before I could finally move on from that one, but when I finally did, what I found afterwards was greater than what I had had with her.
Not that I had ever expected during those years that I hoped against all odds that we would one day be okay again.
But the moment came that I could be thankful for the blond angel of death crossing my path.
With Claudia, the blonde announcing the apocalypse was different; there was a need to end the schizophrenic relationship. It had to be over and done with, and perhaps it was never meant to be.
That might sound strange, but more and more, I get the feeling that this relationship was forced and forged by those who needed to use the radio inside her to reach me.
That was the necessity, the core of everything. To reach me and plant the seeds, and once that was done, it was time to move on. I did not need to be pulled into the darkness she carried inside her any further than I already was.
That planting these ideas had taken the form of a schizophrenic infatuation might have been considered collateral damage by those who planned this.
And then there was tiny Christine, the little blonde death who had announced the end of my relationship with Deliah.
She caused that same kind of drama as my relationship had been at the time.
Oh lord, the drama. I still feel it when I think of her.
Deliah sent this young girl out of our house a few weeks before her planned departure. Or actually, Deliah gave me the order to send her out of the house.
She was from Workaway helping us out; she only planned to stay with us, and therefore had no place to go.
And why?
Because I first talked with Christina, and not with her. I felt sparks, I felt attracted, but I didn't expect it to be mutual.
Until it was.
She was a lot younger than I, but when we were in the same room, it crackled. And finally, there was that evening, that evening in which we hid from the world for a while.
In which fingers were intertwined, and a kiss fell after she confirmed she too felt the lightning... nothing more than a kiss.
Although I must admit that I had the feeling several times that evening that she was calling me to come to her room.
I resisted and did nothing.
Well, nothing, I told Deliah the next day, and all hell broke loose, a hell that ended with the little blonde death in the back of a taxi to Granada, and me left wondering how she would manage on her own.
I promised not to speak to her, a promise I kept. But I did check her WhatsApp status daily to make sure she wasn't lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
How I hated the idea of sending her away, but I had very little choice. Deliah played her cards well and made it sound like me having to choose between Christina and my family.
It was no choice, she knew I would never turn my back on my family...but the little blond death had visited already...
Time and again, someone had come my way to change my flow, but not this time. This time, it had not been my path that was crossed.
It was what I heard as well, it is not my time.
My path for now was solitude, and something else. I could not quite see it, but there is a reason for all this.
It is strange, but also very beautiful, how we are ending our path together at this crossroad in time and slowly starting to follow our own.
That understanding did not make tonight any easier. My mind can understand, but my heart has a hard time processing...and processing takes tears.
At the same time, this allowed me to slowly let go.
To accept that life lets us meet beautiful beings, but that we can not force life and hold on to those we meet for the sole reason of the fear of whatยดs to come when we let go.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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