Dream come true
It was a beautiful sunny day, without a trace of clouds in the sky. The wind was blowing just so it wasn't too hot. Sydney was smiling at me for something that I couldn't quite remember. But I didn't care. As long as she was here with me I knew that everything was going to be okay. Wind was playing with her blond hair, it was beautiful. The sun was shining on her skin, making her shine as bright as the brightest day. Her eyes… oh, god… those eyes, I could drown in them, I could watch them forever. Her smile, her laugh it was so warm, so nice. She was so beautiful. Something about all this felt wrong, but just one look at Sydney and I brushed those feelings aside. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met and she belongs to me. As soon as my mind whispered to me you don't deserve her, everything got weird. Sydney stopped smiling, she was crying now. Adrian! Help me! she screamed. I tried to use spirit to help her, to figure out what was wrong, but it couldn't reach her. All I could sense was darkness. I couldn't help her, you're useless whispered my mind. As soon as I heard that Sydney started to fade away. She was getting farther and farther away from me and no matter how fast I ran I couldn't catch her. I was screaming her name at the top of my lungs, Sydney! But she was already too far for my voice to reach her. I'm sorry! I screamed I'm sorry I can't help you, I really am useless! As soon as I said that sentence she was gone. I was all alone and everything around me was black and white. I fell to my knees as tears started to flow down my cheeks. I felt so helpless, so empty and so weak without her. She was everything to me, but now she's gone and I couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening.
I woke up, screaming, gasping for air like there wasn't enough. I sat on my bed and buried my face into my hands and realized that I was crying. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and calmed myself down. I reached for a half empty whiskey bottle next to my bed and started to chug down what was in it. I couldn't taste it and it burned like hell, but no pain could compare to the pain of losing Sydney. She has been missing for three weeks now and every night since then I would dream of her. Eventually that dream would turn into a nightmare, all of the pain of losing her came rushing in and it was suffocating me. When most of the whiskey in the bottle was gone I stopped and put it back. I laid back and all of the memories of us together came rushing in. How we met, when I kissed her for the first time, when she kissed me back… all of our good times. I smiled, but then remembered the day when Eddie said that they took Sydney. At that thought my eyes started to burn and I felt like crying. I didn't let myself cry, so instead of just crying my eyes out I got out of bed and started to paint Sydney. I started to paint the outlines of her face, nose, eyes, hair, smile… After I was finished I looked at what I had done, but I wasn't pleased by it. It didn't capture her beauty and it didn't look as beautiful as my Sydney did. So instead of saving it I put it next to my other countless paintings of her. None of them could capture Sydney like I could remember her. I looked out the window at the rising sun remembering all the mornings we had spent together. There weren't as many as I would have wanted, but there were some. My alarm clock went off and I knew I had to get ready for yet another day without her… without the love of my life. I love you Sydney, please come back to me. Please be strong enough for the center to hold…