A play of A play

20th Feb,1913| 1:37am| One big hall of a great mansion in Avignon..
"You've always been like this and like this I hope you wont stay" I shouted, He stood still with no replies.. "Go to hell with your brains" I repeated, again with nothing but silence to answer me with..
Minutes later -with a shaking voice I never knew he'd even had- "Yes, Go ahead" he said, "Say what you have".
" I think that we needed to talk from the very first beginning" I replied, "where are you taking our friendship to? why are you making it hard for both of us!? " Looking at me with a surprise and with no time to think of what I've just said "This is who I am!" And in these couple of words he said I knew he didn't believe in them himself; I meditated.. "What's next?" I asked, and for some reason only him knows, he irritated, "And what is it for you?!" he continued "Just leave me the way I am!" and with insecure voice he screamed "I'm happy like this! "
We both knew he was lying but that hidden power inside each and every one of us stopped him -like usual- from confessing it.
"I know that you hate to receive pieces of advise, so try to deal with it as if it's not" I tried to talk reasonably, "You've always dealt with people as if they're either goals or means" Then, he talked of none looking at me waiting for the rest.. "Girls have always been your goals and boys your means" Those words weren't easy for him to hear, "Hey! Stop!" he exclaimed, "who told you so! "
Actually, no one! but that was easy for everyone around him to see! "No one sire, It's all written with what you act!" I answered that question of him.
And he had nothing to say.. And thus he replied with all those common empty threats, rude unjustified insults and lots of expected massive accusations; I didn't care about them all because I knew that this is all a normal reaction of an abnormal behavior of a friend of his, he might have never heard any of his friends talking like this -this is what I've thought to myself.
With another fake smile on his face, "Yea, like the opposite of you!" he mockingly said. This was the straw that broke the camel's back, but without a convincing reason I just ignored that insult! Maybe to give him some time to reconsider changing his mind.. but he never did. I knew that there were something wrong that needed to get fixed.. "Look at me" I shouted "A person with no reason to love anyone, this is all you can see in me, don't you?" I never waited for an answer because he wont say the truth he never looked for anyway "This person standing before your eyes was deeply hurt by people of classifications such as yours" I cried, "I once was a goal of some sort of girl who were so much like you" I pointed with shaking hand to a picture hanged since ever on that old wall of stone standing aside "Look at her closely it's not just the photo of the girl I loved it's -for today- a mirror".. "Can you see the reflection?" I asked "Isn't it clear?"
Slowly walking towards the portrait, turned his head and looked the girl in her eyes.
And, with my hands on his shoulder and that mournful tears in his eyes "Friend, that girl died wishing mercy for her soul by all she has hurt before of guys" I said " I'm not the opposite I'm just different, I have one and only girl in mind not as goal, in heart and in soul her name is written on the stars.. she'll love, she'll understand.. And all other humans are either friends I love and I trust or strangers I'd love to trust that's why I needed that trust of yours, my friend!".. "Now I see but now" he sadly said...
To Be Continued..

Yazan M. Othman
22/2/2013