This is based on a dream I had, that I turned into a story. Please review, I really appreciate them! Thank you for reading.
The two of them were walking around the cold, fire lit, stone room. They were circling each other, challenging the other one to stand still. The only thing in the room was a bed, covered with soft red sheers, which danced besides them in the drafty breezes.
She was speaking to him, but that wasn't what he was concentrating on. He was watching as she created lines on his naked, goose bumped body. They were creating grooves in his flesh, as if his skin were only a shell. And the lines she carved were making symmetrical sections in his skin, compartmentalizing his body. And with each section he grew angrier, unable to keep it in for much longer.
"And here you stand in one piece, while I am in so many." He said in his deep guttural, painful way.
"And why should that matter? Why should I care?" She asked.
Now he stopped walking, placing himself directly in front of her. He roughly grasped her upper arms, digging his fingers into her cloth covered skin.
"Because I love you!" He screamed at her, his anger spilling onto his tongue like bile.
And as the last notes of his words died away, his carved skin, which was now porcelain, fell from his body and shattered on the floor. Leaving only one whole section of his former self, in the middle of his body, from head to toe.
Defiantly, she started to remove the cloak that had previously been covering her body and shadowing her face. And as she let the cloak fall to the floor amongst his shattered porcelain pieces, he saw that she had only one piece of herself left, one whole section in the middle of her body, from head to toe. And as realization hit him, he grabbed for her, and held her tightly in a strong embrace.
As they held each other tightly in front of the hot flames of fire, their two remaining porcelain sections began to chip away. As they descended from their bodies they turned to sand, speckling the pile of porcelain that was his previous self. They chipped away until they were only left with perfect new selves. And as they separated from each other all the remaining pieces of broken porcelain at their feet dissolved into sand. It slowly rose up like a mist, and the hatred, scars and imperfections that they once were dissolved into nothingness.