A flash, a shrilling sound, a scream, mixed voices and sounds. Shocked faces, blood, the sound of the swirling air. The sound of her PDA crushing on the ground, And what was that? A warm, beaded, salty liquid running down his cheeks; tears? His body felt heavy, then numb, the field of vision shortened; yet his eyes were fixated on her, like they always were, like he always wanted them to be.
Her figure, so strong yet so fragile, was melting away, like fog, like cloud, vanishing little by little into thin air. The figure he always followed. It was the woman he loved; the woman he wanted to share his life with. Her hand was reaching out to him, full of tension, showing her agony. If she had a voice, she would scream out in pain, her voice would echo, penetrating his ears. Her words would be engraved inside him for ever. And if she had a voice, he was certain that it would be clear and warm and gentle. Maybe she would call his name.
His hands reached out to her, the last bits of his power took form in a desperate gesture to touch her. But she was vanishing, like cloud, becoming dim, turning slowly into a shadow. Why? Was it fun? What it fun to play games? To seek for power? Was it fun to toy with her for money, for glory, for personal interests. Why was it? Did they have fun while they were making his loved one suffer?
If he had power left, he'd scream. He would scream so loud that the whole world could hear her name. But he couldn't, he was a man, a tiny, useless, weak man, unable to protect her the moment she needed him the most. So, he decided that the only thing he could do for her was to smile, to give her his best, his brightest smile while he was seeing her off, only to see her nodding, to know that he had conveyed his feeling to her.
And the next moment she wasn't there. Faces, voices, sounds, nothing could reach him, no, he didn't want them to reach him. The only image he needed was hers, the only memories he needed were the ones they had created together. He was now a shadow of his own self, the rest of him had vanished along with her.
And so he lived, and so he breathed and so the days were passing... and she wasn't there. The shadow of the man he was... was wandering in an empty house. And so the time passed again... no, had the time passed really? He was sure, yesterday, no just a few minutes ago, she was with him. He had laughed and teased her.
Darkness fell; he felt so cold, his eyes were in pain. He knew, she wasn't there, she had vanished. Morpheus pitied him it seemed, or so he though in a poetic moment. He dreamed of her, they were together, that was enough; he had offered him the most beautiful dream. A smile, so serene, was formed on his empty face. And that warm liquid... What was it again; tears? He touched her, that was enough.
His lips finally formed those three words he wanted to scream and never came out. And he was sure; she heard them, even though she wasn't there. And he was now vanishing too, like a white cloud, so peacefully. Morpheus had pitied him that night, he offered him a dream, he adorned him with poppies... but was it night, really?
Beta by Fallen Angel Itachi
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