Girliyat

B21 didn't believe in love.
Love was mostly a joke and he never felt like laughing.

But then he met M. And M met him.
Again. After centuries.

M was there to tell him. That she can never be there. With him. But she will always be there. For him.

B21 expected that. And knew that. But he was never good at reality. And never bad at finding M. But he always found her late. Late enough to hurt him. But not so late that the hurt died.

Why can't you be with me, M? In a millennium, for just once, why can't you be with me?

I can. But I won't. But then again, I would. But I can't.
You were late. I have to go. But I will never go. Away.

I am not hurt. But broken. Hurt. Heart. Broken. Stay, M. Please.

B21 didn't know how to beg. Because begging meant losing. To him. To M, it didn't matter. Because, nothing no longer could.

Don't be hurt. Silly. You will find (me). Time is a tickle. Just a trickle. Believe me.

M was good. Like that. With children. She consoled well. B21 was a child. Of a mule.

Go then, M. But know then. That I am not afraid of pain. I don't feel pain. I wanted to. With you. But now I no longer ever will.

You will. I will make sure of that. Believe me. When I go away. And you will still stay. Then you will feel pain.

No. M. A millennium can only be measured in heartbeats. And you have stilled mine. So you don't know. But I will tell you. Either drown me in yourself. Or drown me in the river of time before you go. Because nothing else will work. Again.

I cannot drown you in me.
I will not drown you in the river.
I will not drown you in me.
I cannot drown you in the river.
But I will force you to settle, you proud motherfucker.

No. M. You cannot force me. And you cannot make me settle. Because I chose. Proudly. To drown myself.
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