She paused and smiled at me, a slow smile quick to end the heartache I felt just then. I turned, away from the dead, the defeated and the wounded unable to believe that I lived. Fear of falling, through the depths of hazy memories and pain knocked me with an invisible blow, a rock cast off a pond, skipping once, then twice. Livid, for I could not open my eyes, for I did, I was sure, all would have been a dream. And yet, as I opened my green eyes slowly, I realized that it wasn't a dream, but a reality. A thick, heavy reality, held up by tight strings of hope and wonder, yet forced downward with a blood stained carpet of green grass. Which was worse, I could not tell, for if I were to take sides in a one sided world, I would have done it ages ago and taken the path my parents had all those years ago. I would have followed their ways and taken leave early, for the greater good, for the enemy who chased me would only kill those I knew and those who stood up for me.
Another sigh, for I knew not how to deal with the pain. She smiled at me again, the girl whose hair flew in tangled brambles of dark red brown. Intoxicated, I watched her, felt her scent wash over me, though she stood no closer now than before. Her eyes flashed blue for a moment as I recognized them as mine, but they disappeared and were replaced by a mellow brown. I walked closer, my hands by my side, clutching all the dignity I could muster. My heart beat faster, as I approached, and she kept smiling, her eyes glowing, welcoming me. I ran a hand through sandy brown hair and she smiled at me. My hand grabbed hers, all frustration and sorrow washing away. A color of vibrant pink flickered in the corner of my eye as I turned from her, that exploding smile still implanted in my brain.
I couldn't say a word, as all of them seemed to disappear into vast of colors that surrounded me. I hadn't noticed them before, their bright colors masking all darkness that engulfed me moments ago. Keeping her movements, I followed, unaware of our destination, but aware of the colors now that bloomed with fever. "Come on," I could hear her say, her eyes twinkling as I looked into them, fully aware of my own being. "Come on you big oaf, we're going home."
I smiled and felt the love I had never intended to feel.