The Taste of Bitter Tears
Whenever we had a fight, I wanted to finish it on Sina’s body. She closed her eyes. Behind her lids, a world of chaos seemed to unfold. Her tears ran without pause, as if they had never known anything else, as if they had been waiting for this moment all along. How had she ended up in this place? Love and suffering, once inseparable, now indistinguishable, wore robes of velvet, burying Sina’s battered body in the wreckage of her own dreams. I had slipped into her mind with the words of a clear night and the organs of a rebel. Diven by amusement, recklessness, and fear, I desecrated everything she had ever believed in, twisting her rosy devotion into something unrecognizable.
Nothing struck Sina’s youth as cruelly as the slow but steady realization that she could not ease my suffering, that she was powerless against the weight of a world I had summoned into existence through my own despair. Neither through her love, nor through her chest, nor through the desperate offering of her trust. Small, gray fears gnawed at her from within, carving out hollow spaces where silence echoed endlessly. Every happy moment she had ever known was dulled, drained of its color, swallowed by loneliness. She tried to cling to the remnants of a previous happiness, but it was like trying to catch mist in her hands - fleeting, insubstantial, vanishing between her fingers.
All her life, Sina had told herself she was special. That justice would tilt the scales in her favor. That the little girl with the sparkling eyes would find herself standing at the end of a path lined with purpose, waiting for a conclusion. But as the days passed, each one took a piece of her faith, and soon, only slivers remained. Her tears tasted bitter, yet she smiled - a quiet, unwavering deception, as if she owed the world one last illusion before she disappeared. And when Sina felt the breeze of the approaching train brush against her skin, she opened her eyes, exhaled the last of her resistance, and surrendered to the tracks with the weightless grace of a soul that had already shattered.