It's a pathway of beauty, the malignity figures hiding in the shadows, the repulsion seeping away in the cracks, like water drying up in a puddle. There is no darkness, no fear in the swaying of the gradeur in the trees, just perfection ramming themselves into the roots, coursing through the thick liquid in the barks and the trunks.
A fingertip touching the stream, ripples layer after layer simultaneously, the tranquil pale blue lively yet subtle. The rush of water chased each other down the entire length, swooping up in delight, an undertow in the seeminglessly harmless, tiny waves. The sky is plastered with cotton candy clouds, the sky blue so magnificent, words were merely terms of what they truly were.
The sun was gold and rich, but it was a slave to the sky's beauty, a shadow of the vast green plains perfection.
A boy tumbles down the grass hill, his smile so sincere and free as his limp arms wave around his body. He gets up and dusted his pretty gray shirt from all the tiny specks of grass, and then shook out his sandy golden hair free of all dirt. He was alone, with no one there to judge him, no one there to point their ugly fingers and tell him he wasn't being his age.
With strength in his will, and power in his dreams, he tore down the plain, his hair streaking back. Everything whips past him, the cars on the road, the houses lined up on the streets, the children playing with their imaginary friends. His light feet graze the floor silently, his gray shirt shredding off his body like paper. A strip of red flame flickers from the path that he stepped over.
He didn't feel dizzy or faint, though his feet moved so fast, and the world was a vast blur. The torrent of colours snapping past his vision, whirlwind after whirlwind of greens, and blues, and reds, and yellows. Adrenalin pumped into his veins like drugs, he pressed on his tireless run, miles and miles and miles of destruction and beauty passing by in a blink of an eye.
A sudden jolt in his heart cause his fatigue to arise.
Stopping in a hurry, he dragged his bare feet across the feet of sand at a beach on the other side of the world. The palms of his feet were burning, but nothing the cool sand couldn't handle. His grey shirt ripped apart and lost by the wind, his jeans torn and burnt to his knees, he sits down on the bay, watching the moon shine above his head through the streaks of hair that slid down his forehead.
The pale light flooded over his strong bold frame, the shadows swallowing the rest. He lay down on the darker patch of wet sand, his arms folded at the back of his head. The clouds here were thin, unlike the plump ones that were on the very same sky a while ago. They surrounded the moon, halo rings of gray leading into the core of the sky, and at the very centre, a beautiful bleached, white, perfect, round moon, illuminating everything in sight and beyond.
"Charming," she claimed, tracing her fingers into the curve of his back.
"I am," he smiled, turning around and wrapping an arm around her small waist. She playfully shoved him away, and sat upright on their lazy blue mat. He got up and buried his head into the nape of her neck, resting it on her lazy shoulders. Their fingers clasp tightly, gently pressing on each others palms, as if to reassure themselves that each were real and not a figment of their very imagination.
"How long more?" he whispered, so quiet she almost thought that the winds had spoken. A silver rivulet of the moon ran down her smooth, pale cheeks. Her grip loosened on his fingers, her hair dishevelled and messy and tracing down her hunch back. Her cheeks were no longer rosy, and her eyes dim and dark. She looked like she had already lost hope and given up, perishing under the heavy burden of a battle for her conscious. She was lost, but beautiful as he remembered her to be.
"Just today," she mummured.
"Just today."
He led his head slide from her shoulder and buried it into the small of her back. Shaken, the sobs vibrated into the core of her body. His legs wrapped around hers, feeling the pang of her cold limbs against his. She rested her frail body on his, holding his wrists and wrapping them around her body.
There they lay, so broken but so beautiful. The salty smell of the sea, the scent of freshly cut grass and milky vanilla shampoo in her hair. His fingers were shaking, his chest convulsing with tears. He was strong and sometimes so absent minded, he didnt realize it would be coming so soon. She remained silent and teary eyed, and watched the ring of clouds swallow up the moon with aid of the soft becoming winds.
"We have no more time left," he shuddered, holding her close to him.
She felt the warmth of his breath, and the scent of his aftershave billowing in the wind.
"Time is forever. We are not," she merely replied, leaning back into his chest.
She felt his heartbeat timing in and out with the seconds that tick past on his watch. Her eyes were throbbing with tears, too strained for her to control. Her lungs were betraying her, her chest crashing down inside her frail body. Her body was collapsing on her mind itself. She closed her eyes, and finally felt a welcoming darkness after such a long time.
"We could be forever," he said.
She could feel his smile at the small of her back, the rush of breath against her shirt. She could hear everything. The sound of his breathing, the rustle of dried leaves, the waves crashing onto the shore, the palm trees swaying with the wind, their feet digging into the sand. Everything was so controlled, so easy to understand now. He saw her lazy eyed gaze falling onto his face, one look that could help him see the truth to everthing.
"No, we couldn't," he mumbled softly.
He chuckled through his shuddering intake of breaths. It's the truth, he thought. We all have to face up to it somehow. He wanted to say so many things.
To tell her that her voice soothed his wild rages, and her touch was simply the most magestic thing in the world. He wanted to run his fingers through her beautiful hair, and tell her that she was the spark inside of him that kept him alive. He wanted to kiss the nape of his neck, and feel the he was the one who could protect her from everything and anything.
But he couldn't protect her from herself.
"I know," she smiled, cocking her head to look back at him.
He didnt know if she had answered him, or just knew what he was thinking.
He reached forward and brushed her hair back tenderly, feeling the firm soft skin on her face in his palms. He ran his fingers down her cheek, and the other traced the curve of her back. He sealed her lips with his, a brush of divinity, a rush of faultless perfection, a jolt of fervor from their shaking fingertips.
What seemed like the most perfect moment in their long gone solitary lives lasted almost forever, feelings overflowed into each part of them that felt each other. The passion gushed and surged through their veins, adrenalin poured and flooded their wary minds.
Their eyes were closed, but they saw everything as if they were open. They felt warm love's gaze at them from the clouds above, the soft shades of pink illuminating from the stars. They felt the pang of prescence or longing they have never chose to show. Fingertips to fingertips, lips to lips, the moment seize to end.
When they parted, they have said all they wanted to without even speaking a single word.
Turning to the rings of clouds in the sky, he kept the memory of his lover so dear and close to him. The moon was soon swallowed by the swirl of grey smoke, just like that night. He smiled. After so long of sorrow lingering in his prescence, he still could feel her last breath being swept away by the wind, and her beauty fused in his heart forever.
Nicole (:
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