Imaginary
I've always loved paper flowers. I have more than a basket of it in myriad of colors in different hues and varied shades. Amaranth, Slate, Alice Blue, Chartreuse,
Mahogany, Alizarin Crimson...Let's just stop there.
I know it's not important but they remind me of the times I had with him. All those times that we would reminisce together.
You know, those times at night we'd comfort each other when our own nightmares and fears creep into the dark crevices of our minds. The times when we would draw stuff and share it together. He would always draw zoids. He always loved them and believed they can be a sign of peace and salvation in spite it being a logo of pain and death. No matter what.
But, let's just skip that part.
There were those memories of joy, hope, sadness...desire...even hate. There were moments in this microcosm (which is me) that he would watch me when I sleep. We always were together, even in trials and sufferings.
Always.
Even the simplest things such as paper flowers remind one of their greatest adventures. And looking back now, I had regretted deeply. I regretted not being able to protect him.
Him. Everything that mattered to me most. Ever since...
And where I am now? Before his gargantuan grave. Remebered for everything heroic, dedicated, loyal...loving.
It's been a long time that I've visited him. And now, everything that happened between us seems utopian. Everything from the Death Saurer to my marriage is now imaginary.
And here I sat with my husband. Sharing the same pain.
"Hey, Zeke" I said " Fiona Freigheight sounds nice, doesn't it?"
Fin
Author's Note:
Well....that was the worst angst ridden fanfic I've ever wrote...
Well...reviews and flames accepted.
basun taka og tubig karon! XD