She’s a little bastard. In Eliza’s case, words always fall through the cracks and get splattered onto the ground. But in her defense, verbalizing internal stirring, twisting, and jittering (one would call these “passions”) in the presence of another is never her strongest suit. Naush knows that, so it makes it all the while more…

Snow-rain is a new word Vic has to add to his dictionary. The clouds above the head filter out the color of the sunshine. The whole Montreux is cast in a gray hue. Flakes that escape the greedy foliage of pine trees travel down the hills through the winter breeze, greeting Christmas shoppers and humming…

“Can you stop it? Can you stop the waves from hitting the shores, thrashing themselves upon the rocks repeatedly and yet again, trying to climb the dike that holds back the unstoppable force of devastation that aims to do no good but overflow the only sanctuary I have built for you, for your image, for your…

It was this close. The wine glass was perching at the edge of the nightstand, but it was just out of reach so that Eliza would have to free her upper body from the clingy arms around her neck to grab it. Damn it. She wanted to savor the sweetness of the still silence, but…

The truly unapproachable notion he dared not challenge was that as long as it was within his head, he had full control. “Why did you stay?” Naush wanted to scream at Vic’s face at the top of his lungs, but the words rushed too fast to his lips and collapsed into one syllable: “Hey.” The…

He doesn’t even know why he takes the Polaroids in his wallet. They are debris of the past, relics of what used to be sparks between the two of them. Naush hates them; anything that reminds him that what’s in history isn’t static. Anything that stirs the heartstrings and makes a sound. Naush hates them….

It hits her, like a train on a track. Eliza can’t breathe. She freezes, heaving and paralyzed. It’s coming towards her. This cannot be true; not in her wildest, unbecoming dream could this possibly be true. Pressure builds on her chest, squeezing all the air out of her lungs. She loses vision, she’s stuck. She…

They were flying in circles that day. Tailing behind the ferry, fluttering their feathered hands, they dived down to the boiling, bubbly seawater before pulling back up, making a splash adorned with white foams along, to prove that they could still soar. As the wings took wind, the scout at the forefront bearing the most…

“It gets easier. It gets easier every day.” The glisten hit him at the right angle: slightly above the corner of his eye, but gently at the denser center of his eyebrow. It conveniently created the cinematic effect of “waking up to the sunlight” often depicted in Hollywood movies, unconsciously basking in a golden shower of…

The danger of wedding a song to a specific person is that every freaking inch of your heart twinges, hurts, and sings when the music ever comes up again. You did it unintentionally. Who would want to make a song so exclusively reserved for a person you used to endear? Who didn’t see it coming,…