Prologue: A tale of Dark love

They spent their whole lives together, living every moment hating each other, kissed by suspicion, obsessed with jealousy, possessed by ego, they never let go of each other for a day, never stayed out of sight lest they missed an opportunity to crib about each other, poison ivy they both were, each other’s soul mates.

He was the most annoying people you could ever come across. A contradiction personified, you could never count upon anything he said. One day he was something next day he was something else. He was pretentious, arrogant, and snobbish. Her friends hated him. But only she knew there was more to him.

A master of written words, wit came to him as naturally as breathing. Next was passion, for anything he touched upon, which also stayed for only as long as he touched upon it. He was very popular amongst the social circle he was a part of, he was everybody’s hero, only she knew he was a loser. Deep inside he was a chicken, weak and emotional fool, trying to hide his failure by his attitude. She knew exactly where he was because she was he.

She found her soul mate in him. He was not another person for her, he was a part of her, she couldn’t bear being near him because she could see through his deceit which make her hate him yet she couldn’t bear being away from him because without him she felt a part of her body was missing. He couldn’t bear being near her because she could see through his deceit which yet he couldn’t bear being away from her because only she could understand the child that was behind those deceit, a child craving for love.

It is all very weird. Both equally sarcastic, they never gave a simple answer to a simple question. Each of their conversation will start at a sarcasm, pessimism and naricissm, where both had an ‘I know it all attitude’. They never had a conversation like ordinary people. They would talk in poetry because both were excellent at it, they would have a war of words and then both would find it too complicated to carry any further so they would just end it at a pissed state of mind.

You called?

Yeah.

What was it about?

Nothing.

Nothing? You never call for nothing

Well it was something then and nothing now – happy?

Why are you being sarcastic, am just asking. Can’t you ever give a straight response to anything?

Can’t you ever accept something when I tell you without having to counter it in your know-it-all fashion? “You never call for nothing” Rrrrrrrrrrright. I won’t ever anyway, that’s for sure.

That’s how simple conversation would end up in a fight and next morning they were just fine. They didn’t love each other, but they loved themselves and so they loved each other.

(To be continued)