Ok, just a slight angsty warning: This is between Membrane and his wife (who died and gets a one-shot later on explaining her death in my list of themes.) Its all a dream for Membrane but he's very sad and lonely. If you want an explanation for the randomness of this fic, go to the author's note on the bottom.
THEME 010: Breathe Again/Garden
"I'm not leaving my garden, Nat."
A tall young woman with flowing dark purple hair and soft green eyes stood in the middle of an expansive garden. The overflow of plants seemed to stretch for miles and miles, no end in sight. The lady put her hands on her hips and frowned. There was a determination and finalization in her stance; however, it softened when Nat's eyes filled with unshed tears. Sighing, she moved forward and embraced him, cooing slightly into an ear hidden by dark black hair.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry." She said sadly, rubbing his back and little and pulling away to look into his eyes. An almost ethereal quality hung in the air, warmed by the sun shining on their faces. Faces weathered by sorrow and grief, loss and loneliness.
"Philos, please… come home." He said, burying his goggled face in her shoulder. Whispering words of endearment and of apologies, Philos rubbed his back, knowing what it cost him to say that. Professor Membrane was aware of the fact that this was a dream; yet every sound, every touch, ever smell was so distinct and crystal clear, almost real. And, for a man of science, such a situation should never have existed at all. But, when one is torn apart by loss every day, throwing themselves into work and avoiding the offspring that are the embodiment of his wife, certain things seep through the membranes of your mind.
"You know I can't…" Moving his head off her shoulder gently, she gave him a soft kiss on his lips and he was warmed by her affection. "I love you…" She said, the scenery beginning to dissolve and fade away. "Try to be a father sometimes, ok?
"Breathe again…"
A/N: Sorry if I depressed you or anything. I know that's not his first name, I know he never had a wife, and I know this makes absolutely no sense. But I really like the storyline and will probably use it in a story one day.
Philos means "beloved" in Greek.
Review, please! -bows and smiles-