Love and Madness

In this sick world of madness and love, never be so assured that the two shan’t cross paths, somewhere down the road.

She had no name, no identity and no memory, when about a year ago, she woke up in a hospital surrounded by the walls as blank as her head. She pleaded and she begged, to the strangers and the men of honour, to find her the reason for her existence, the foundation of her existence. She would ask strangers if they knew her, but to her misfortune, she had run out of luck long before she knew it.

In a cold room at the coldest boulevard of the city, she cried to sleep every night, but not without the slightest sense of desperation.

Hopeless, after months of agony, she quit on her past and embraced a new beginning, one which would offer her a life she wouldn’t have asked for, when young.

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Ah, it’s almost time

“It’s $19.50”

My last delivery for tonight.

I wonder whether I will be late again.


As expected of tonight,

All the happy faces around me,

Can’t hold back their excitement.

I wonder whether I will be late again.


I can see it from here,

But it’s still too far.

I leave my bike and start to run.

I wonder whether I will be late again.


I am not late this time.

I look around but she is not here.

Foolish of me to expect her to be here.

If only I was not late back then.


Tears start rolling as the fireworks explode into the sky.



The word hung strangely in his mind as he flopped onto the ground, a breathless laugh fluttering from behind his lips.

A breath of cold wet mist expelled slowly from his mouth, congealing lightly into the freezing cold night air of the strange, dark streets, dissipating into the thin gust of wind that danced through the narrow alleyway and up into the fresh air of the cold, metallic city, the sound of wailing sirens piercing through the air not so far away.

The man swallowed lightly as his vision tunnelled, blood bursting in a myriad of exotic, metallic, flavours deep in the chambers of his mouth, bitter, but yet strangely sweet as he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out.

He blinked lightly, lashes flickering and dusting his cheeks as his eyes stung in the freezing, icy night air, his nose souring for a moment—were those tears and regret for an ending life?

His fingers raised themselves to the corners of his eyes, sliding away smooth, yet heated and wet against the pads of his fingers, so stained with the rich red velvet of freshly stained blood.

Every breath in his chest felt as though there was a cold metallic knife stuck between the ribs of his chest, puncturing deep into his lungs and robbing him of his air.

Perhaps it was because he had run too fast moments before, every inch of his muscles screaming in fervour as he stumbled down the alleyway, almost drunk with thrill and fear, his eyes gleaming and flashing in the darkening light. And yet perhaps…it was the residue of something else, that he couldn’t think of, his thoughts scattering away like grains of sand with every breath he laboured from his chest.

“Ah. Damn.” The deprecating mockery of lamentation spilt from his mouth, a nearly strangled sob catching within the confines of his parted lips. “So close.”

Blood dripped from the knife that had been viciously removed, the red jewels of fresh blood plopping like a strange musical beat on the frozen hard ground—like an impending symphony of a death march of someone standing at the gates of death.


Someone got stabbed!


Screams of fear, mixed with crying voices of fearful agony pounded like waves against his eardrums, causing him to curl his lips almost in annoyance at the sudden disturbance of the quiet peace that had once permeated the night air.

Humans. His eyes flickered genially in the direction of the scattering crowds.

Always far too late.

A low sigh wrenched itself from his dry, pale lips, the stars blinking in the night sky, seemingly shining a pathway to something more than what he could see in the blanketing darkness.



“So you think your mother would like me?” I asked nervously.

“Of course babe! Just don’t tell her you love chicken,” he laughed.

It has been twenty years since and I have realised that it always begins with one white lie to silence the people around you, but soon it becomes an expectation – something people want you to become, and people never stop expecting from you. You keep changing constantly and someday when you reflect, you don’t really identify the person you become.

If I would have told your mother how much I loved chicken, I would’ve lost you but I would still have been myself – carefree and daring, unlike the pretentious sad woman I have now become.



One night, she walked into the club, and everything seemed to have come to a standstill. The blaring music faded; it was her, just her. Those blue eyes captivated me, my soul.

Something strange about them told me not to go for her, but my heart wouldn’t stop.

I look at her and she turns to see me staring. She smiles seductively, biting her lips,

her full red lips. I was lost in her beauty. I wade through the bar to find her, but she wasn’t there anymore. I searched every corner of the place, but she was nowhere to be found.

I came to find her every day, waiting until I was asked to leave. Every night, I see her in my dreams. Every morning, I’m out to find her – on the streets, in cafes, at the boutique, but nowhere did I find her. I ask every soul walking past if they have ever seen a woman like her. Some call me mad while others insane. Yes, I am – I am mad about her. I search for her, the woman with those beautiful blue eyes. The thought of not seeing her again killed me inside.

Fifteen years passed by but I never forgot her beautiful eyes and luscious lips.

When one day, I saw her sitting in a cafe, all by herself. I walked towards the cafe, and our eyes lock right outside the window where she was. She came out of the cafe, held my hand and looked into my eyes. Oh! Those deep blue beautiful eyes that I’ve yearned to see. She took me to a car and drove me out of the city, never once leaving my hand. My eyes never left her face; I didn’t know where she was taking me. We drove on for days, weeks or maybe months and never did my eyes leave sight of her face.

We stopped after what felt like a lifetime, to see a pitch black sky and the full moon. She walked out and stood at the edge of what seemed like a cliff, and asked, “Aren’t my eyes beautiful?” and I nodded in approval. She turned around to face the moon, and there was an aura radiating from her as if she was a mystical creature. As I walk towards her, I feel the heat increasing, and now, I can’t stop myself. I’m attracted to her aura like a moth attracted to light.

Now, it’s all over. She was an Xtabay and I was her prey that night, but she redeemed herself fifteen years later, ironically, on the same day.