The dream had ended. There was nothing left, save sadness, languor, sweet memories, "what might have been"-s, lost feelings and a void. A void, so deep and meaningless it hurt to even glance at it. In her mind's eye, she saw him again. Never changing, still his sweet old self. Music seemed to play when he was near, like the sweet sound that breathed over a bank of violets. She shrugged. Once a dream was over, there was no way to get back. Never ever.
She sat on the broken step, still waiting, still thinking. The step where they had been, far past the death, obliteration. Before the languid calm that pervaded here now. The cool air still caressed her lovingly. Like his warm touch, just before he left. Still, aurora danced before her, with tiny sparkles of light that danced like little fish in the water. Stealing mirth and giving melancholy. She willed them to stop, but still they whirled happily in the air, their tails of iridescence still unwavering and ethereally beautiful. Around her the broken ruins seemed alive with wonder, the shattered stone and sundered soil illuminated in the dream-like flow of light. Still the touch of coolness, the gentle breeze that swept through the tiny spots of light as though they were not even there.
She touched the lights, seeing faces long dead smiling benignly at her. His face was not with them. Perhaps it was the idea that he was not dead, but gone, that still plagued her. She smiled, a gentle curve of her lips that crinkled the azure and verdant radiances that were her windows to the world. The world that had loved her, though the dream had forsaken her. They welled with tears, obscuring the tiny lights that waltzed merrily in and out of her fingers. The salty brine of her tears, to preserve those sweet memories. Only such a short time ago, yet still a world away.
Memories of a kiss, embraces. Of stark realities, never ending death and pain. Of strength and friendship. So far away. Alone in the bitter darkness of past times. All things ended. It was only a matter of time before it all had to end. Bearing the slings and arrows of outrageous fate, and taking up arms against a sea of troubles. Both were over and done with. Long gone. Still, it never prevented her from wishing it would all happen again.
Still she remembered their kiss. That single moment where their hearts and souls were one, if not their minds. Where time seemed to stop for them and them alone. Where trouble and worries had no meaning. His strong embrace, fingers intertwining with hers, eyes closed, but finally opened to the possibility they had made, the possibility to love and to be loved in return. The gentle caress of his lips against her neck, not of lasciviousness but of pure, unadulterated love. Eternity passing before their eyes as they opened them.
The rivulets of despair rolled down her smiling face, still potent in the agony they contained, watering the little seedling of bitterness in her heart to sprout.
Be it her pleasure or pain, it was her world now. It was her story to write. If only memories were more than memories…