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Fields of Gold
Proloude
The weeping sound echoed through the dim hallways. The rounded hallways were made of marble, the walls were covered by fair paintings and portraits of the respective residents. One dark door loomed in the darkness, where the dim lights of the hallway did not reach. At a dead end on the endless maze of hallways and doors. One man, sat on the very edge of his bed, his hands in tight fists. The object in his fist was a single satin shirt. His eyes straight forward, as if blind. His posture was that of a statue. Back straight, eyes locked, not a muscle moving. Head held high.
In a room, not two doors down. Was one woman, sprawled across her bed, her weeping sounds fretful. Afraid. She laid with her blanket wrapped around herself protectively. The struggling sounds that escaped her, where to keep the tears from flowing down her rosy cheeks to her bed, to her pillows. She fought to keep the sob that built in her throat to burst out. She wanted no one to know of her sorrow.
The clouds that rumbled in the distance put the scene to effect. The mans eyes moved to the window. Where rain pelted the glass with a fury indescribable to man. The thunder that rolled off the hills behind, was loud, momentous to the man that sat in the room with four walls. That sound ricochet in the mans mind. Soon the sound of rain hitting the puddles it formed, found it's way to listening ears. To soon there was an drowning sound as the lights were powered down. As the pole out front crashed to the ground with a sickening crack, and thud. There was no noise, only the rain, the rumbling of clouds and thunder. The rolling of the hills.
The scream was prominent in the storm. The loud, sharp scream that was emitted out of only one mouth. A scream of pure agony of loss. The man shut his eyes and took a large breath. He wanted to shut the sound out. Unbearable sound. He used to welcome the sounds of screams of agony. The woman whom was doing the screaming now, made his heart clench with hate towards the one that triggered it. But he knew, he could do nothing about it. Nothing. The scream died down and all was silent, no more sobs, no more screams. No more yelling.
The sunlight lit the large room, as it woke its resident. Stretching, the lone form moved to the window and looked at the puddles of mud, the dew on the trees and grass. Breathing deep she opened the doors that led to the balcony. The scent of a new day, the sun beating on her face, the warmth made her heart rise. A brand new day, everything washed away by the rain. Like a large bath. The woman turned her back to it, the blue hair that was curled in a bun was letting strands escape and fall in her face. Her bright aqua eyes now conveyed a new sense of delight. A new sense that everything was to be alright. Smiling she dressed and walked out of the door she most often walked out of with droopy eyes, lazy limbs. She now walked out with importance, an aura of newness, refreshment now came to her. She glanced at the still closed door at the end of the hall. Paying no heed to it she went on her way, down two flights of stairs, through a living room, with sunlight seeping through the blinds. And to a room with windows that held no blinds, and let the light flood in. The yellow walls making it even more cheery, fun. Different.
The darkness of the room told of the person who dwelt in it. A dark man, full of secrets. Hair like a burning flame, full of life. Dark eyes observe every little detail, every dark corner, every cobweb of the mind itself. Seeing everything, hiding even more. Already dressed, he padded down the long sets of stairs with an aura of importance. Head held high. Each step held something indescribable. Muscles rippled, showing strength not yet shown to themselves. The smooth movements of every look, every turn of the head. Was what brought them together. The beauty of each other. They were like two halves of a loaf of bread. Not yet together.