Author’s Note: Written for a very dear friend (he insisted that I use his name. 
). This has NOTHING to do with the Gurdit we all know and love. It is pure fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.
The calmness in its entirety has drawn me in and tangled my hopes with distress and loss. My words fail to escape from the cold lips of an unknown soul. The anticipation of my pale body urges to lead me onto the path of eternity. I am sublime, I fall; my words are torn apart. I am inhuman; my ambitions are entwined with seething glory. It mocks me; I turn.
It dawns upon me with a sudden inescapable fright. It spreads like blood in milk, melts like ice in water. The world closes in upon me and I gasp, a stifled sob. The reach of a soul that has lost its master, misplaced its guide.
The frigid air around pulls me in, its frosty pearls trickling down my face. I wipe away the wisps of flakes from my tainted skin and climb the steps to hell. I resist the desperation to give my life a last glance and climb downward.
I hear my name called through the air, the naïve speaker sprawled on the ground where I left her wounded in the heart. I ignore the pleas for a change and turn away to let my injured soul rest in peace. She moans, I cry; unshed tears of yesterday. The feeling of loss overwhelms me, and I fall to the ground, frustrated with my own weakness. The blinding gloom of impending disaster flushes my pale skin and I stand. My words are written on a paper without ink, their meaning gets lost in the stars. My heart bleeds and breaks, I yearn to understand the complexity of a simple thing as love.
I refute the claim to desire and run down the stairs in a whirlwind of fury, anger and disappointment which tarnish my soul.
I hear another shout, but it’s too late. I fall into the abyss below, my scream fusing with the cold around me. The ground is soft and my eyes flutter for a second before I feel pale arms on my skin. The hands of a beautiful angel, whose rosy lips I yearn to kiss. I stand on the threshold of life and death, suspended between this world and the next. Another journey to usher in a new dimension to my deeds. I begin to weep and hear a small voice in my ear. It calms me, and I pull the speaker close. The veil of darkness begins to fall and forces me to let go of her soft fingers. She laments as I begin to float, and lets her tears glisten against the backdrop of gloom. I am on the brink of beginning a new existence to my being. I try to lift my hand and touch the curls that adorn her handsome face… but I fail. My hand lies down; its stillness eerie in light of doom. I hear the faint whispers of her voice as I pass into the next adventure.
‘Gurdit… I love you…,’ is the last sound of mortal earth I take into my new life and it will stay locked up in the corner of my dead heart, a treasure I will carry forever until we meet again on the steps of fate.