Sometimes I get hit by some inspiration. And sometimes I write it down, so I decided to collect these flashes here, in case anybody else is interested in reading them. Fair warning - I sometimes don't understand even myself what I am writing lol
Every night Elena dreamt about him. And in every dream he ran. When she tried to run too, she couldn't. Her feet were glued to the ground and there was no way to move them. It was pure torture watching him run, further and further away from her. Never looking back, never stopping.
But one night he didn't run. He just stood there, eyes locked with hers as she struggled to move her feet. She didn't succeed. There was distance between them, depth that was so painful, so cruel to her, crushing her soul. She couldn't touch him, couldn't take a step closer. Only look. But looking wasn't enough for her. She yearned to feel his touch on her skin, feel how he crawled under her skin, becoming a part of her bloodstream, pumping continuously through her heart, never leaving her. But he always did, never did he stay and that cut into her like a sharp knife, leaving scars all over her body.
He always ran. He always saw her struggle, but he never stopped, he never looked back, afraid that when he looked, he'd never want to stop. Running was easier, it didn't hurt that much. But every time he ran, there was always this little question in the back of his mind – what if I stayed?
One night he looked, and he couldn't tear his eyes off of her. His biggest fear had come true. His biggest fear and his biggest wish. He saw her. He looked at her as he would look at a marvellous creature – beautiful, fantastic, perfect. In her eyes he saw sadness, longing, even anger. He wished he could take a step closer to her, to touch her skin, hear her heart beating. But he couldn't. His feet were stuck, glued to the ground. And the more he tried to move them, the harder it was for him to look at her. So he just looked, although it wasn't enough. Her eyes were like deep pool, he could drown in them and be happy. Nothing would have made him happier, truth to be told. She held his eyes too, trying to speak to him. There were no words, only silence. And then she ran.
He saw her disappearing into the distance, he wanted to follow her, but he couldn't. It felt like someone had stabbed him over and over again for eternity. Never had he experienced such desperation. She was gone. And he was alone.
Every night Stefan dreamt about her. And in every dream she ran.