Prologue
They tell me it's nice this time of year
down on earth,but my head's been in the clouds
I'm acting weird and lost for words.
"I'm flying!" Rose gasps, there is nothing but the Atlantic water filling her line of vision allowing the illusion that there is no ship, no confines, no rules, she is simply soaring. She is free. The world unfolding as she flies forward under the copper sky.
The wind blows the cool air from the icy water upwards, but Rose leans forward anyway, arching her back as Jack's hands hold her waist, steadying her. Soon his chin rests gently on her shoulder, his lips inching closer to her ear as he softly sings "Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes."
As Rose smiles, having delved deep into a world of content, she leans back further into Jack's arms. He leans forward, complementing her movements as he lifts his arms, his fingertips meeting hers and slowly intertwining, caressing, like the bodies of two lovers.
Slowly, Rose turns her head, her eyes focused, not on his, but rather his full, slightly parted lips. Together, they lower their arms, Rose turning a little more, her head tilting until she is able to find his lips with hers. His arms encircle her, embracing her in a moment of forbidden intimacy. Finally, they have given in, inviting in the inevitable as they kiss with slow, tumultuous and burning passion. Right there and then they are the only two people in the world, soaring over the waves.
Shifting her eyes away from the television and throwing the empty box of tissues to the side, Chloe brought the bottle of vodka back to her lips. The last, few drops of the heinous liquid coating her throat, the world now spinning; her vision now corrupted.
It was one mistake, she told herself over and over again. One mistake that had cost her everything and tonight, as she signed on the dotted line, consenting to the end of her marriage, the tears began and they were still streaming down her face. She feared they would never stop.
Then she jumped, the sound of the shattered bottle at her feet startling her. She hadn't realized she had lost hold of the bottle. She hadn't felt it slip from her grasp the way Eddie had, the way her world had. One mistake, she repeated in her head for the thousandth time.
Wiping her tears away, she slowly slid the terrace door open and stepped out into the warmth of the summer night. Closing her eyes, she imagined what was happening back home at that moment. Undoubtedly, Eddie was tucking Katy into bed, singing her a lullaby as he tugged on the blankets, bringing them up to her chin. And Katy had probably already closed her eyes as her daddy's voice filled the room, acting as a beacon of light in the darkness, scaring away the monsters and trolls that hid beneath her bed and inside her closet. Perhaps, she was asking where Chloe was…where her mommy was. Perhaps Katy had already fallen asleep.
With those thoughts racing through her mind, Chloe stepped up onto the rail of the gate on the terrace, her eyes still closed, as she lifted her arms, the low howl of the wind blowing her hair back and away from her face giving off the slight illusion that she, like Rose, was flying. She was soaring.
Leaning forward into the fantasy, Chloe could almost feel Eddie's hands gripping her waist like Jack had gripped, Rose's. Clenching her hands into fists, she imagined Eddie's fingers intertwining with hers. And then, she turned her head quickly, seeing Eddie's face in the back of her mind as his lips inched closer to hers but that action sent her off balance and suddenly, Chloe was flying. But now, it wasn't a fantasy and it wasn't a figment of her imagination. Chloe was falling, every second coming closer and closer to the gravel paved road until every thought she had ever had, quickly vanished into the abyss, gone forever.
Authors Note: I know I'm throwing you all in blindly to this story but everything will unravel in due time. As stated this is the prologue, it's not an actual chapter which is why it's so short but it's a key event. The prologue sets the rest of the story in motion.
For those of you interested in knowing, the inspiration for this story was the song Mars, more specifically the lyrics I posted above. For some reason those lyrics haunted me and slowly this story kind of began writing itself.
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-Tia