ETHEREAL
Drabbles in which we see characters we know…and yet are no longer familiar with.
Nigel.
Thin black lines scribbled along plain white paper. Black and white, Love and hate, Lizzie. And Nigel. And pain. These are all he has, and –maybe- all he ever will have. He sighs and stares around him, looking for any sign of a time when there was more than this. More than them. More than her.
A time when there were people who understood and cared for him. When he enjoyed the company of those people –though who he cannot quite picture their faces- and all the things they did together.
He tells her this and she waves it off. She says there was only her. She says that she will be forever.
He secretly believes that these feelings are not based on false pretenses, but that there was once a part of his life that he enjoyed, and it was just so long ago, that he has forgotten.
There are times when he thinks he is close to remembering, so close he can smell it, and hear it, and taste it, and feel it. And every time he thinks 'this might be it' Lizzie is there to make him forget, and all he can do is smile, and latch arms, and pretend to be happy.
He longs to remember. He longs to be free. He longs for a lot of things.
But, he is chained to the ground, and all he can do is look up at the sky.