I kneeled at Satine's grave, the harsh granite even colder from the
chilly December air. My breath dripped out in front of me in an icy mist,
writhing and tumbling over itself until being blown away by the passing
wind. As I did every time, I traced my numb fingers over the carved block
letters in the bleak gray surface. I had read them so many times, trying to
convince myself that it was true, that I could feel the words and see them
spring into my mind, an almost photographic image of what I was touching.
Satine
My Very Own Diamond
Then, below that, in smaller print, were three one-syllable words, but words that held the whole meaning of our lives together.
Come What May
I felt a solitary tear slide down my frozen cheek, then down to the snow frosted ground, soaking into the white ice silently. The bright, all consuming love we had shared had dissipated down to a lonely, broken man and a single, dismal tombstone. I raised my eyes away from the grave with an effort. Every tree was bare and spindly, brown and dead, their branches like tortured fingers hopelessly reaching up to the hazy, pre-sunset sky. The dewy red light from the sinking sun was smeared across the sky in a sticky film like drops of old dried blood. With a shaky sigh I rose to my feet, kissing my index finger and tapping it onto the tombstone's rotund top. "I love you Satine. I always will."
With a swallow to hold back the drops of moisture congealing in the corner of my eyes I turned around and walked through the well-trodden path and the two metal gates that opened onto the fog-touched graveyard. The gates themselves, dull silver in the failing light, shimmered back at my retreating form innocently; angels wrought in the curling strands of the lustrous surface. My shoes crunched over the bronze, lifeless grass encased by a top layer of permafrost, pausing to look back once before walking away.
Christian sat up with a horrified gasp, his heart still beating frantically from the horrible dream. He wiped off a slick crown of sweat that had gathered on his forehead and turned over in the narrow bed to see Satine lying next to him peacefully, her chest rising and falling in normal sleep. He touched her warm, soft skin lightly, trying to disperse the images still arising incessantly in his mind. It was a week before opening night, and he still couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to love someone like Satine. But the dream had felt so real, like some kind of premonition of horrible things to come. He turned over and went back to sleep. To think of Satine dying was just morbid and ridiculous. He couldn't imagine ever living without her.
~*Strange ending, huh? Yes, to those of you who are still going *what?* Christian had a dream of himself in the future after Satine's death. Right. Very weird. Anyway, thank you for reading it REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of love! *~
Satine
My Very Own Diamond
Then, below that, in smaller print, were three one-syllable words, but words that held the whole meaning of our lives together.
Come What May
I felt a solitary tear slide down my frozen cheek, then down to the snow frosted ground, soaking into the white ice silently. The bright, all consuming love we had shared had dissipated down to a lonely, broken man and a single, dismal tombstone. I raised my eyes away from the grave with an effort. Every tree was bare and spindly, brown and dead, their branches like tortured fingers hopelessly reaching up to the hazy, pre-sunset sky. The dewy red light from the sinking sun was smeared across the sky in a sticky film like drops of old dried blood. With a shaky sigh I rose to my feet, kissing my index finger and tapping it onto the tombstone's rotund top. "I love you Satine. I always will."
With a swallow to hold back the drops of moisture congealing in the corner of my eyes I turned around and walked through the well-trodden path and the two metal gates that opened onto the fog-touched graveyard. The gates themselves, dull silver in the failing light, shimmered back at my retreating form innocently; angels wrought in the curling strands of the lustrous surface. My shoes crunched over the bronze, lifeless grass encased by a top layer of permafrost, pausing to look back once before walking away.
Christian sat up with a horrified gasp, his heart still beating frantically from the horrible dream. He wiped off a slick crown of sweat that had gathered on his forehead and turned over in the narrow bed to see Satine lying next to him peacefully, her chest rising and falling in normal sleep. He touched her warm, soft skin lightly, trying to disperse the images still arising incessantly in his mind. It was a week before opening night, and he still couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to love someone like Satine. But the dream had felt so real, like some kind of premonition of horrible things to come. He turned over and went back to sleep. To think of Satine dying was just morbid and ridiculous. He couldn't imagine ever living without her.
~*Strange ending, huh? Yes, to those of you who are still going *what?* Christian had a dream of himself in the future after Satine's death. Right. Very weird. Anyway, thank you for reading it REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of love! *~