[ white flowers ]
I'm always taken back to that field. My mind will never release me from it, binding me forever into the memory I can never re-live.
Re-live... what a funny term to use when applied to someone that is already dead. The transparent fingers that I long to run through his raven hair... only to pass through his scalp. The cold lips I wish to kiss him with... only to fill him with a chill.
My eyes drift to my hand, my solitaire ring glinting with it's own glow. The same glow that flourished when we gazed into each other's eyes, when we joined lips, when we touched...
Now I stand, gazing down upon him in his hours of sleep. Nightmares constantly stir him.
"Raine!" I hear him cry. The struggle his mind has with his heart; his mind insisting of denial, his heart throws him into a wave of self blame.
I brush my transparent fingers across his face, wishing I could lay beside him one last time. A tear trails down my cheek. "Forgive me..." I whisper. "I never wanted to leave you..."
Once again, he stirs as I touch him, his green eyes snapping open in alarm of another presence. I draw my hand back, whispering my promises of everlasting love through death, gazing down on him with glossy eyes.
By the time he sits up, I am gone.
I'm always taken back to that field. My mind will never release me from it, binding me forever into the memory I can never re-live.
Re-live... what a funny term to use when applied to someone that is already dead. The transparent fingers that I long to run through his raven hair... only to pass through his scalp. The cold lips I wish to kiss him with... only to fill him with a chill.
My eyes drift to my hand, my solitaire ring glinting with it's own glow. The same glow that flourished when we gazed into each other's eyes, when we joined lips, when we touched...
Now I stand, gazing down upon him in his hours of sleep. Nightmares constantly stir him.
"Raine!" I hear him cry. The struggle his mind has with his heart; his mind insisting of denial, his heart throws him into a wave of self blame.
I brush my transparent fingers across his face, wishing I could lay beside him one last time. A tear trails down my cheek. "Forgive me..." I whisper. "I never wanted to leave you..."
Once again, he stirs as I touch him, his green eyes snapping open in alarm of another presence. I draw my hand back, whispering my promises of everlasting love through death, gazing down on him with glossy eyes.
By the time he sits up, I am gone.