Comrades of Dusk, Enemies of Dawn

Ng Zi Qian (J3 Ottawa) 2021093

        Our swords collided as the silvery gaze of the moon descended upon us. His flawless  jawline stood out under the glittering light of the moon. Emerald eyes with crescent eye lines  locked with my hazel irises. An unwelcoming flutter hammered against my chest as his eyelashes  flickered. 

        The sound of our blades clashing against one another echoed throughout the derelict ruins.  The odour of sweat and metal hung heavily in the air. Our arms brushed as we circled each other.  Electricity danced between us. The sensation of his skin lingered on mine even after we broke  apart. The moonlight illuminating him made him look akin to an archangel. Amid the myriad  constellations in the luminous night sky, the unspoken sentiments we had for one another were  laid bare. 

        When daylight returns, we’ll return to our respective mafias. As the day goes on, we’ll  each attempt to slit the other’s throat. After all, our mafias are fervent foes. It was a dangerous  game that we played. We crawl back to this dilapidated ruin every night to duel, knowing we’ll  become enemies when dawn arrives. Yet we couldn’t resist the overwhelming pull we had for each  other. 

        In a flash, his muscular and sturdy arms held me in a chokehold, catching me off guard. A  mischievous grin crept across his face. For a brief moment, I found that his broad smile of victory  clashed with his heavy eyebrows and solemn demeanour. I smirked as I kicked him in the  abdomen, freeing myself from his grasp. My heart thumped rapidly against my ribs beneath the  darkness.  

        When dawn approaches, we will go our separate ways and become foes once more.  Nonetheless, we both knew we would meet again under the moonlit sky. Resuming the cycle, the  deadly dance between us would undoubtedly continue. ■