What did it matter to him where he found her? She was all he needed, embedded like bitter frost deep within his lonely heart.
Mal
Her very name was like honey and he remembered those deep blue eyes buried with secrets and unexplained emotions.
Beautiful, was all he could muster. Sometimes he wished to dive into those blue depths and drown in mortal beauty, listening to nothing but the dulcet tone of her voice and pondering how this beauty is slowly and painfully killing him.
She was the rarest rose, pleasing in every glance.
When he died completely, she merged profoundly into his soul, gathering the shards of what was left of him and creating him whole, into somebody new.
The lonely man continued to rely on her like soil raging for water to quench its thirst. Her eyes provided the water to his feeble soil.
They fell into dreams together, tumbling deeper into the mysterious realms and started a whole new life. She thought it would stay like this forever. He wanted a return to reality.
Inception.
He never meant for it to happen and so in the blink of an eye and an exhale of a breath, the image of her dissipated before his very eyes. He was too late to catch her. All he did grasp were the mere memories of what had happened before.
So he summoned her back in his memories and his dreams but she was never the same anymore.
He knew that the real Mal was dead, and the woman at the pit of his dreams was a mere ghost of his guilt.
What he thought would provide him comfort struck back at him like a flash of lightning, burning his lingering happiness to dust.
And he couldn't find comfort in her eyes anymore. They were cold like frosty ice, bearing a blizzard the real Mal would never beckon.
But what did it matter to him when he found her?
It was better to dream than grieve.
Author's notes:
Ok, so I'm deciding to continue this fic and hope to achieve 100 themes in total. You're ideas are much appreciated. :) Thank you for reading.