Summer Feild Of Endless Sorrows
This was where they were supposed to meet once they escaped. Once they had gotten out of that evil Rockfort Island it had seemed that they would be safe, that was, until they discovered they were on a colision course with Anartica. Then he was taken prisoner, and turned into... that thing.
She had killed him.
As she looked out across the field, her eyes scanning the patches of flowers swaying lazily in the mild summer breeze. The sun was dipping down below the top ridge of the hill in the distance, basking the entire area in red and gold light. There were few trees ringing the field, just enough to provide some shade on the hotter days where someone could curl up against the bark and read. Surprisingly not too many people knew about this place, it was past several acres of open farm land. She only came here when she needed to remember.
A few feet to her right, beneath the oak tree, was a plaque she had set in the ground herself. She walked the few steps over to it, sitting down on the soft grass, and ran one hand over the granite. She fingered the letters of the name, one after the other, taking her time. He would always be here for her. She had all the time in the world to be here. No one knew she was here and she liked to keep it that way. No one to know, no one to see.
"It's been a year now, you know," she said carefully, laying flat on her stomach. "It doesn't get any easier, either. On the surface it may seem as though I may be getting better, able to deal with it. Leon keeps making passes at me but he doesn't understand..."
The breeze picked up slightly, ruffling her shoudler length brown hair that she had down at the moment, not up in her usual ponytail. She thought he might like it like this better. She reached over to her purse and pulled out a book of poetry. She read a few poems to him, thinking of all the pain the words opened up. All the wounds never healed.
She would not cry though, she would not let this kill her. Her heart did belong to him still, and so that part of her life will never be the same, but she was strong, she could move on. Love drove her, passion controlled her.
After about an hour the sun had dipped below the horizon and she could not see the words of the book by the frail light of the moon. She rose, shivering from the sudden cold, but moving out into the middle of the field. This was her place, this was his place. Though he had never been here his presence was just as known here as her own and she was determined to keep it that way.
Closing her eyes, she held out her hands palms up. Breathing deep the air, so crisp, so fresh, so clean. She could have fallen asleep like that. It was just so peaceful.
The breeze gracefully blew around her, wrapping around her arms, her wrists, caressing the soft flesh of her neck, making her hair stand on end. Something felt strange in the night air. She pressed her eyes closed, not wanting to ruin whatever was happening by looking.
Another hand slid into one of her own. Her breath caught and she felt like she could not breathe. There seemed to be another person standing beside her, she could almost feel warm breath on the side of her face. She rolled her head a little to that side, needing to know if it was true, needing to know what was happening. All she could see was the dark of the backs of her eyelids.
The breeze seemed to shift around her, and she knew there was a real person there. There had to be. Nothing else would feel like this, nothing else could compare to the way her heart was pounding.
The hand in hers clenched tighter as the person leaned in, his lips almost touching her ear. The voice, when it spoke, was choked with sadness, tears, and pain. She knew it, she knew she would, and she wanted to die as he spoke to her in his soft voice. He did not say much, and as soon as the words passed his lips, a gust of wind came swiftly, and he was gone. There was nothing.
Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, holding her hands up to her chest, trying to protect herself. Please, no... She thought. Don't let that be it!
Her eyes flung open to look around and she saw nothing. There was only the field before her and the book's pages flapping quietly in the wind. Nothing left of him, of how he had come to be here, or where he had gone. It was as if nothing had happened in the field at all.
Laying back on the ground, she pulled her sweater more tightly around her. There would be no way she could get home tonight, she knew. Too much had happened to her, too many things running through her mind, and she decided she would just sleep here. Not beneath the shelter of the tree, but that of the stars. The moon was a beautiful cresent above her, and she looked up at it, wondering how something so beautiful could be so unattainable, and fell asleep.
As she dreamt, his words flowed in and out of the dreams. "Claire, I love you. I know, you wont let go of me, but I'm fine here. I know what I am doing and I know we will meet again."
The next morning the sunlight greeted another corpse in the summer field of enternal sorrows.
This was where they were supposed to meet once they escaped. Once they had gotten out of that evil Rockfort Island it had seemed that they would be safe, that was, until they discovered they were on a colision course with Anartica. Then he was taken prisoner, and turned into... that thing.
She had killed him.
As she looked out across the field, her eyes scanning the patches of flowers swaying lazily in the mild summer breeze. The sun was dipping down below the top ridge of the hill in the distance, basking the entire area in red and gold light. There were few trees ringing the field, just enough to provide some shade on the hotter days where someone could curl up against the bark and read. Surprisingly not too many people knew about this place, it was past several acres of open farm land. She only came here when she needed to remember.
A few feet to her right, beneath the oak tree, was a plaque she had set in the ground herself. She walked the few steps over to it, sitting down on the soft grass, and ran one hand over the granite. She fingered the letters of the name, one after the other, taking her time. He would always be here for her. She had all the time in the world to be here. No one knew she was here and she liked to keep it that way. No one to know, no one to see.
"It's been a year now, you know," she said carefully, laying flat on her stomach. "It doesn't get any easier, either. On the surface it may seem as though I may be getting better, able to deal with it. Leon keeps making passes at me but he doesn't understand..."
The breeze picked up slightly, ruffling her shoudler length brown hair that she had down at the moment, not up in her usual ponytail. She thought he might like it like this better. She reached over to her purse and pulled out a book of poetry. She read a few poems to him, thinking of all the pain the words opened up. All the wounds never healed.
She would not cry though, she would not let this kill her. Her heart did belong to him still, and so that part of her life will never be the same, but she was strong, she could move on. Love drove her, passion controlled her.
After about an hour the sun had dipped below the horizon and she could not see the words of the book by the frail light of the moon. She rose, shivering from the sudden cold, but moving out into the middle of the field. This was her place, this was his place. Though he had never been here his presence was just as known here as her own and she was determined to keep it that way.
Closing her eyes, she held out her hands palms up. Breathing deep the air, so crisp, so fresh, so clean. She could have fallen asleep like that. It was just so peaceful.
The breeze gracefully blew around her, wrapping around her arms, her wrists, caressing the soft flesh of her neck, making her hair stand on end. Something felt strange in the night air. She pressed her eyes closed, not wanting to ruin whatever was happening by looking.
Another hand slid into one of her own. Her breath caught and she felt like she could not breathe. There seemed to be another person standing beside her, she could almost feel warm breath on the side of her face. She rolled her head a little to that side, needing to know if it was true, needing to know what was happening. All she could see was the dark of the backs of her eyelids.
The breeze seemed to shift around her, and she knew there was a real person there. There had to be. Nothing else would feel like this, nothing else could compare to the way her heart was pounding.
The hand in hers clenched tighter as the person leaned in, his lips almost touching her ear. The voice, when it spoke, was choked with sadness, tears, and pain. She knew it, she knew she would, and she wanted to die as he spoke to her in his soft voice. He did not say much, and as soon as the words passed his lips, a gust of wind came swiftly, and he was gone. There was nothing.
Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, holding her hands up to her chest, trying to protect herself. Please, no... She thought. Don't let that be it!
Her eyes flung open to look around and she saw nothing. There was only the field before her and the book's pages flapping quietly in the wind. Nothing left of him, of how he had come to be here, or where he had gone. It was as if nothing had happened in the field at all.
Laying back on the ground, she pulled her sweater more tightly around her. There would be no way she could get home tonight, she knew. Too much had happened to her, too many things running through her mind, and she decided she would just sleep here. Not beneath the shelter of the tree, but that of the stars. The moon was a beautiful cresent above her, and she looked up at it, wondering how something so beautiful could be so unattainable, and fell asleep.
As she dreamt, his words flowed in and out of the dreams. "Claire, I love you. I know, you wont let go of me, but I'm fine here. I know what I am doing and I know we will meet again."
The next morning the sunlight greeted another corpse in the summer field of enternal sorrows.