Her name was Dawn and he was named Dusk. They fell in love before knowing each other’s names. They were the kind of people who did not believe in love or friendship or even talking to other humans. They crossed path at a party that they were forced to attend by their parents.
”Get out and meet people. Talk to other humans apart from me. You are not getting any younger” Dawn’s father admonished.
“This is your time to have fun darling. You are still young. If you go to this party, I will get you the new phone you have always wanted.” Dusk’s father begged.
Dawn was eighteen at the time and Dusk was a year older. Dawn sat alone outside the party hall, far away from the noise blaring from the speakers. Away from the gut wrenching stench of alcohol and snacks. And thick smoke from cigarettes and pipes.
“This is totally disgusting” Dawn muttered out loud.
”Gathering in a crowded room and recycling the same polluted air is barbaric and senseless” Dusk ventured. He was seated close to her, but far enough not to appear like a creep. Or so he thought.
“I wouldn’t be here if not for my father that practically forced me to come.” Dawn said.
“Same here. My mother insisted I come.” Dusk offered.
Dawn looked up, starred at the stranger for a while and said “I think I will like you.”
“My mother is not around and my house is around the corner. Like five minutes away. Let’s go to my house and have our party there.” Dusk said.
The time was five in the afternoon and Dusk’s house was close to the party hall as he said earlier. The following conversation ensured between them on their way to his house.
Dawn: I hate making friends but I think I might like you.
Dusk: I hate boys, but not as much as I hate girls. Girls are rowdy, gossips and pretend too much. But something tells me you are different. Have you ever had a boyfriend?
Dawn: having a boyfriend means I’ll have to pretend that I am in love.
Dusk: So you don’t believe in love?
Dawn: Love? Love is dumb. I see it as just another propaganda created by an extremely male dominated world to enslave the women! You?
Dusk: I don’t know about the propaganda but I believe that love is a cage. A certain prison. A place where you are locked away in your own self, trying to be perfect for the other person. Only wise people do not fall into the trap of love.
Dawn: you are smarter than you look. Then it is safe to assume you have never kissed a girl.
Dusk: I don’t like the idea of sharing bodily fluids. Saliva is meant to aid in digestion of food not to be shared. Some diseases can be transferred through kissing you know?
Dawn: personally I find the idea of another person pouring their saliva into my mouth. Disgusting. The thought of it makes me want to puke.
Dusk: tell me what keeps you awake at night? The thing you always think about over and over again.
Dawn: I always wonder how a person stops being “living” and starts being “non-living”. How humans make the transition from living to dead. Like how the soul leave the body. I want to witness how the soul leaves a body!
Dusk: you mean to play the Angel of Death? Or rather be his accomplice?
Dawn: I like you ….
Dusk: Dusk. My name is Dusk.
Dawn: That’s some weird coincidence. My name is Dawn.
They got to his house without saying another word to each other. But the conversation thry just had never left their mind. He opened the door and they entered. He offered her water and put on the TV. A replay of season six of Game of Thrones was showing on one of the stations.
“Strangling a man or hitting him on the head with a heavy object. Which one do you think is more sophisticated?” Dawn asked abruptly.
Before Dusk could reply, there was a knock on the door. “Who’s there?” He asked.
“I am here to give you the good news. The gospel of the lord” the reply came.
Dawn and Dusk looked at each other and knew what they had to do. Or rather what they would like to do.
“We will witness the transformation from ‘living to dead’ together. Are you ready?” Dusk asked he went to admit the evangelist.
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