Overclouded

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And then I could see him no more.

Just me in the mist, on the mountain top. Around me, as I blindly moved my hands, I could feel nothing.

Just dampness.

I was overclouded.

I feared this day.

That I would look for him.

And he would not be there.

As if the mist was not blinding enough, my eyes turned blurrier.

I cried....I wailed.....

I shouted out his name. My echo came back.

He never shouted my name. His echo never came back.

In despair, I sat down. 

The ground beneath my feet was my only solace. 

My only hope.
Amidst the fog of dense white overclouded all around me.


II
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As I touched the ground around me, I felt his warmth. 

I was Stunned. Overjoyed. Relieved.

He pulled me with his strong arms to lie beside him. 

And I cried. In happiness.....

Beating him for playing bad games on me...for watching silently, heartlessly...while I was heartbroken, lost and searching madly for him....

And of course....expressing through tears...how I never wanted to lose him- my soulmate- ever.....

.......even as a prank....

.........on an overclouded mountain......


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