UGLY MISTLETOE.
She sits under the mistletoe in an empty room, just reminiscing. How many were the days that passed without his prescence? She is too numbed to contemplate. She just knew there is a void inside herself, some cavity only a certain someone can fill. She'd lived in denial, fears and tears, and finally acceptance, but somehow she yearns for something more than she was given - him.
She was adamant about letting him into the rooms of her heart, because he had once been there, and left too soon so that that bittersweet amour still lingered within those chambers. He knocked too many times on the door she'd obstinately refused to unseal, so many that he'd gave up and left. Only then when he departed, only in his absence did she realize she needed him so much but yet she was unable to make her feelings known. That confusion of whether to remember or to move on. Whether she needed memories or him.
She chose the former, sacrificed a new lease of hope and life, but she was contented. Fulfilled but unhappy. She pushed him away when he edged closer, even when his lips forced themselves on hers, she fled from that new love, shattering new possibilities before they could form. Would it be a betrayal to his memory? The frost found itself on the long-forsaken mistletoe hanging from the dusty ceiling. The lights are dimming now, she hums herself to slumber. In retrospect, those moments she'd thought she'd forgotten begin to recollect and resurface in the deepest corners of her mind, chiding her, reminding her that he wants her to be happy. But she felt so tired, so lethargic. Sleep flooded in as a new wave, washing out those painful yet beautiful memories in her exhausted mind. She smiled. She once had him, she had him and she was loved, what more could she have wanted?
She sees that smile fade away, and she sits up and walks away from the entrapment of her earthly body. She feels herself dissipating from this painful, cruel world, and she let her thoughts wander on, until she saw his face yet again. He stands at the water's edge, his arms opened wide and welcoming. Thick fog shrouds the surface of the lake, but she sees infinite possibilities in the unknown. He smiles at her gently, as she closes in on him, nearing, her own arms reaching, stretching out to meet his hands. She feels him, he is real. It is not a dream. she lets her feet move towards him and edge of the water, until she could feel the waves licking at her toes, so alluringly, so mesmerizing. She smiles and knows it is time to go back. She enters his arms. And she smiles. He looks at her, and they have found eternal joy.
Beneath the mistletoe now silvered and white from the cold, the boy stands. He sees her, so soundly asleep. He bends down with love and touches her cheeks- they are cold. He holds her for a moment, but she felt too icy to be true. There is no breathing, just a silent smile frozen on her face. That look of enrapturement. Her soul left her and passed on. He stares in wonder and his heart falls, but it is too late. He looks at the beauty one last time, on her face the peaceful smile, that saccharine sweet smile of someone who has found true love in rest.