Remnants

To truly forget.

There are remnants of a soul deep inside me.

 

I remember it.

 

I try to repress these memories and feelings. The attachment to this soul has all but left me. I feel no love, but I do feel hate.

 

Sometimes, these memories come rushing back, and I feel a smile upon my face. I quickly frown. Disappointment now floods me, and I feel a tinge of embarrassment.

That's not how its supposed to be.

 

The memories of this soul should fill me with hate, and a deep lust for revenge. But there are times when I hear the soul crying out to me again, and all I can think about is how much I would like to get back at him. How much I want to make him suffer the way I suffered.

But then, I feel a sadness. He is suffering. Isn't he? Suffering because of me. Because I what I did. Because of what he did.

 

Or is he? Its supposed to be all an act! That's the way it goes! If it isn't all an act, I don't know truth anymore.

What is the truth?

 

I don't think I will ever know. I am caught between two radically different views, and I will never have a chance to get my own. I will have to rely on the words of others.

 

And so far, the words of others have made me detached and bitter.

 

The evidence was right there at my fingertips, yet I was too blind to see it.

 

Now, I truly am blind. Blind to what this soul is doing now. Blind to what he is feeling. I can only imagine, and try to repress.

Author's Note

This is fairly recent and an experiment. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Your Victim]

I really like this. I know from experience that it can be hard to describe something as emotionally deep as this scenario, but you managed to do so with great success. Your words captured the complexion and confusion well. I think it would be more captivating and display your prowess better if you were to break some of the segments into single lines lika a classic poem.
My favorite parts:
"There are remnants of a soul deep inside me."
And:
"The memories of this soul should fill me with hate, and a deep lust for revenge. But there are times when I hear the soul crying out to me again, and all I can think about is how much I would like to get back at him. How much I want to make him suffer the way I suffered."