A/N: Brain hurts, fingers bored, images flying. Might as well write it down. No this is not related to SMHO unless you really want to pretend it is.
Soft and simple, a slightly distorted voice murmured as if through the shallow waters of a pool. "I smell apples." Her eyes, so dark and deep. An endless well of knowledge, and treasures untold. I stood in shock, my mouth hanging just a little ajar, and I wondered what it meant. Of all the things she could have said as the flames of hatred licked at her heels, she said that.
The flames raced on, devouring my home, my past, my future.. My Helena. I couldn't understand, why did she do that? How could she have left me behind. I stared into the yellow blaze, dancing patterns flashing across a purple barrier to create strange hues. Curtains of flowing light hid her from my sight, only thickened by crackling protective energy.
Ghostly flames raged across my skin as my mind tortured my with specters of pained cries. As soon as it had started my life, my love was gone with yellow wisps of embers traveling the winds. Violet shields winked out of existence, and I collapsed onto half molten concrete, my body welcoming the shuddering hiss of delicious agony, grounding me to the death place of the only woman I had ever loved.
Hands hauled me away, voices called in my ears, tears splashed on my cheeks from another's eyes.
Gone.
"Myka.." I could not tell if the whisper was in my mind alone, or joined with the body of the one I wished for. Too many nights had passed away like rain in the desert. Too many days had scorched away any memories of happiness. Too many people had washed out of my life like leaves on a stream. Here for a moment, gone the next.
I smell apples. The only voice I could hear was hers, the only face, hers. Warnings of disease, and danger flew from my ears. Whispers of concern were paid no heed. The only words that mattered now were the soft wondering voice of a woman sentencing herself to die, 'I smell apples'.
"Myka." It was louder now. Had she called my name before? I felt my face move for the first time, a frown. Is this what it's like to feel? Who is it? Who is calling to me? Why do they not leave me alone to the wanderings of a broken heart. Let me waste away that I may hear once more the sound of that voice.
Touch her skin. Yes, that would be heaven. "Myka, wake up." I turned my head away, a world of ruined hands, and lost love, pain, death, and endless wonder. I would not wake up. I would give them no satisfaction, the avenging furies riding my thoughts would not rest. It was my fault. I would not allow them to taste my pain for years to come.
"Darling.." A hand touched my cheek, and I found heaven.