White Rose Sonata
by: Kelvena
E-mail: Kelvenna@hotmail.com
This could be considered Session 27, or a start of a Cowboy Bebop that is amazingly different. All of the characters do not belong to me, but belong to the people who produced the Cowboy Bebop show. This is my version of the Julia and Spike romance that should not die. Love is forever. Note: There will be more chapters coming soon.
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Swirling lights and painfully bright visages of the divine burst in his vision. There is a sound of voices echoing gently across the depths of his mind, speaking the wishes and desires he held close to his heart. There was a feeling of numbness that spread across his whole body and made him feel whole. He moaned softly as the warmth continued traveling across his form, making him feel as light-headed as a drifting feather through an expanse of an endless sky.
The flashes continued exploding behind his closed eyelids, and he finally acknowledged them. There were too many senses to absorb. He felt the throbbing pulsate through his head as the lights continued flashing, and he finally gave into his instincts.
His eyelids fluttered gently and his lips parted softly, intaking breath. This place.. an endless void of light, forever continuing and welcoming him into infinity.
He continued staring at the pulsating lights in a deep, hypnotic trance. Memories started forming in his vacant mind of his past. Past. Present. Future.
How strange the words had sounded, whispering through his thoughts. It was a foreign language to him, something mysterious and deeply esoteric. The numbness left him slowly but surely as he regained his rememberance of everything he held sacred.
The lights left him dazed beyond comprehension.
Julia.
That name.. like a million rose petals floating from Paradise. An angel from above with golden curls for a halo, and a black suit for a gown. He saw the woman in his memory, laughing, smiling, crying.
Dying.
Death.
"Yes, Spike Spiegel, you will walk among them again."
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The white faded into a plain wall of tan. It was raining. He shuddered, and felt the sheets shift underneath him. The fish sculpture stood next to a vase of roses carefully placed next to the delicate sculpture. The soothing sound of raindrops hit the ground like a faint lullaby. He breathed. In, out. Only then did he realize he was trembling.
Warmth hit him suddenly. An arm wrapped around his waist and his eyes snapped over to the woman lying next to him. Her golden curls floated carelessly over the bedsheets and a look of concern spread across his face. She was sleeping, her eyelids closed and her breathing soft and subdued.
His eyes widened as he stared down at her sleeping form.
"Just a dream.."
He suddenly heard the loud bang of a gunshot ring throughout the streets of the apartment buildings. Spike shuddered and sat up, leaning up against the edge of the bed. Sheets were sprawled everywhere. He fumbled on the counter for his pack of cigarettes, and shakily held one in his still trembling hands.
He blew a puff of smoke, his eyes still wide with fear and disbelief. He closed his eyes.
Julia.. let her sleep for now.
by: Kelvena
E-mail: Kelvenna@hotmail.com
This could be considered Session 27, or a start of a Cowboy Bebop that is amazingly different. All of the characters do not belong to me, but belong to the people who produced the Cowboy Bebop show. This is my version of the Julia and Spike romance that should not die. Love is forever. Note: There will be more chapters coming soon.
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Swirling lights and painfully bright visages of the divine burst in his vision. There is a sound of voices echoing gently across the depths of his mind, speaking the wishes and desires he held close to his heart. There was a feeling of numbness that spread across his whole body and made him feel whole. He moaned softly as the warmth continued traveling across his form, making him feel as light-headed as a drifting feather through an expanse of an endless sky.
The flashes continued exploding behind his closed eyelids, and he finally acknowledged them. There were too many senses to absorb. He felt the throbbing pulsate through his head as the lights continued flashing, and he finally gave into his instincts.
His eyelids fluttered gently and his lips parted softly, intaking breath. This place.. an endless void of light, forever continuing and welcoming him into infinity.
He continued staring at the pulsating lights in a deep, hypnotic trance. Memories started forming in his vacant mind of his past. Past. Present. Future.
How strange the words had sounded, whispering through his thoughts. It was a foreign language to him, something mysterious and deeply esoteric. The numbness left him slowly but surely as he regained his rememberance of everything he held sacred.
The lights left him dazed beyond comprehension.
Julia.
That name.. like a million rose petals floating from Paradise. An angel from above with golden curls for a halo, and a black suit for a gown. He saw the woman in his memory, laughing, smiling, crying.
Dying.
Death.
"Yes, Spike Spiegel, you will walk among them again."
--
The white faded into a plain wall of tan. It was raining. He shuddered, and felt the sheets shift underneath him. The fish sculpture stood next to a vase of roses carefully placed next to the delicate sculpture. The soothing sound of raindrops hit the ground like a faint lullaby. He breathed. In, out. Only then did he realize he was trembling.
Warmth hit him suddenly. An arm wrapped around his waist and his eyes snapped over to the woman lying next to him. Her golden curls floated carelessly over the bedsheets and a look of concern spread across his face. She was sleeping, her eyelids closed and her breathing soft and subdued.
His eyes widened as he stared down at her sleeping form.
"Just a dream.."
He suddenly heard the loud bang of a gunshot ring throughout the streets of the apartment buildings. Spike shuddered and sat up, leaning up against the edge of the bed. Sheets were sprawled everywhere. He fumbled on the counter for his pack of cigarettes, and shakily held one in his still trembling hands.
He blew a puff of smoke, his eyes still wide with fear and disbelief. He closed his eyes.
Julia.. let her sleep for now.