To loss and gain

There was something different this time. A look that had passed in our faces. And I knew that we could not comprehend the changes we were going through. Honestly...

Honestly...

We are still little children, we know. We are inexperienced, we have no right to say anything, as they say. But then, we are innocent and we are alive. We breathe, holding our hands together, knowing that what we had to whisper to the darkness was something to keep us holding on, to keep us living on...

We are scared because we do not know many things. We are scared because even if there we stand with our hands clasped together, that the darkness is still around, waiting to swallow us all up so that there would be no more hope.

We are what we are.

Children by heart and in spirit. Taken to each one's liking, each is different, unique. Each has an element. You are fire, I am water, she is earth, and the other is wind. But together, we became so strong.

Stronger than any one of us alone.

And we blend together, mix together like the earth who mixes with the ocean and the sky and the sun. One is grounded, one is fiery, one is flighty and one is flowing.

But then, fate has played a trick that any of us had expected. And now. There was nothing. A space in between our clasped hands and we are gone. Losing hope, losing faith, because there was nothing more we had wanted than to stay together and to be together until the time came that our hands were too brittle and old to hold on and that we would fade into the morning sun with smiles on our faces and with content sighs escaping our lips.

But that would never be.

Because one had drifted away.

Because one had gone.

They are not to blame. The other had drifted, had gone astray. Things had shifted towards the wind that had gone a different direction. And her breath was different, her eyes distant as she glanced at us, waving away what we had built up, what we had worked upon.

The one had gone. Forced by fate to move. Forced by need. She had no fault. She had more than an understandable reason. The remaining two understood that, knowing how much it pains the fiery one to let go.

Departure.

She had departed but her heart remains and in that, the remaining two look on, holding onto her heart and her memories, knowing that they should guard it with what's left of their lives.

The two left behind grow stronger each day. They had to. They were guarding a fragile heart of fire. The water and the earth hugged each other, knowing that they had to be stronger, to be able to do what is expected of them.

There was nothing.

There once was four.

Four elements. Four times. Four of everything. Four pairs of hands. Growing.

One had let go.

One was forced to let go.

Two held on.

The tears never came to a stop and their hearts will bleed to no end. Knowing that theirs was such a moment that neither expected. A moment that four would join once again.

One moment.

To lose.

To win.