He was just here.. Now he's gone.
I awoke with a start, tears staining my sharp cheeks.
M-marco, please… My voice barely an audible whisper against the piercing silent darkness before me. I lay back down and tried to dream once again to bring back Marco. As I shut my eyes, I saw the tearing flesh of my once lover.
Marco was sitting next to me, a flower crown sitting on his nearly black hair, bringing out his brown eyes as he smiled, fumbling flowers to make me a crown.
"I am so glad you're here with me, Marco," I stole a glance at him, "it sucks that you can't leave with me though." Marco just nodded, focused on tying the daisies in a circle, his large sweater covering his knuckles. Soon, it grew dark, clouds beginning to cover the brilliant yellow sun. Marcos face darkened with fear, he grabbed my hand, pulling me close to him.
"Jean, we need to run, now." He whispered into my ear, as if, as if he was afraid of someone hearing a deep secret. He slowly stood up, pulling my arm as he did, attempting to help me up.
"Jean come on." he murmured through gritted teeth, anger not entering his eyes once. When I did get up, lightning struck a far away distance beginning a small fire.
"This isn't right Marco," I began to panic, "This isn't supposed to happen!" I stood up quickly, intertwining our fingers as I did so, he began to run, pulling me along side him. We ran together, our strides perfectly in sync.
"M-Marco, I can't stop the storm, what going on.."
"I wish I could explain, but I can't… I only know that that's a nightmare approaching," he smiled and kissed my hand as we ran, "everything's going to be okay, mon amour."
The faster we ran, the faster the clouds seemed to be approaching us, along with a huge tornado. We stopped to take a moment to breathe, which was abnormal because we could usually run forever and never have to breathe, but the air seemed to be sucked out of us. The tornado approached, Marco, he just smiled and told me everything was going to be okay. Marco's body was picked up, light as a feather, I screamed out his named and grabbed his right arm. The strain must've been too much because from his waist up, half of him tore off. Marco's hand was still intertwined with mine, half his face looking terrified, but peaceful. I dropped to my knees, holding the remains of my lover to my chest soaking my t-shirt with crimson blood. As soon as the tornado absorbed Marco, it just disappeared as if nothing had happened. I woke up.
Once again, I tried to go back to sleep, but it was just black. No dream came to me, Marco was gone, He was lost and I didn't know how to bring him back.