The White Rose Sonata: Glimpses of Reality
Julia awakens from her odd dream only to see Spike. They both are confused, lost, and traumatized admist all of the unsettling events that have occured. There is nowhere to go. Too many questions for them to comprehend.. and only each other to hang on to. What future lies ahead of them?
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The sheets shifted as a gutteral moan escaped her throat. There was something painfully bright in her eyes. Was it that strange light that she remembered from her dream? Oddly enough, it took her awhile to realize that it was the strains of sunlight peeking through the window shades. She breathed in softly, trying to regain her consciousness.
Spike sat at the side of the bed, partly covered in sheets, looking out the window. His hair was a curly and tangled mess, more than usual. His back was facing Julia and one of his hands gripped on the bedsheets. He was staring off into space, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes. He must have smoked tons of them the whole night.
Yet, he looked so dignified.
He seemed absorbed in the sunlight, watching it with awe. His face was entirely blank except for his eyes, which were contorted with the expression of pure wonder. Sunlight. The faintest traces of warmth on his skin. He shuddered and continued glancing out the window. The tainted glass of the fish sculptures were sparkling with a new intensity, and the roses were traced gently with scattered droplets of sun. So strange and ethereal, a daily sight becoming something new and.. different.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." He chuckled softly. At first Julia was surprised that he even knew she was awake, but then she realized Spike had the uncanny ability to sense where everyone was regardless of how impossible it seemed.
She continued staring at him, trying to absorb the facts that he was in front of her, breathing. Just like she was. The same life force drove through them both.
"Spike.. this is.." the words couldn't escape her throat as she arose out of bed. She had no idea how to explain this, or why. All she could remember was that blindingly bright white that consumed her senses.
"Yeah, this is kinda weird, isn't it?" His gaze turned torwards her, with a look of softness that she would always fondly remember. At least Spike hadn't changed. Or had he?
She then noticed his trembling as he held the cigarette in his hands, flicking the ashes on the floor. She never saw Spike tremble before, until now. He continued glancing at her, and said nothing. He puffed at his cigarette mercilessly, like he was attacking an invisible enemy. He was afraid.
Julia embraced him at that moment, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly. It just felt right. Spike suddenly relaxed and kissed her forehead, the cigarette dropping from his slender fingers onto the ground.
"I don't remember anything.." she mumbled softly to him, and he looked away, his gaze suddenly averted torwards the window. He knew that Julia would be left out of future secrets and knowledge. He was the one in charge. He had to make sure his second chance wasn't another tragedy.
"Don't worry about it, Julia. Things will be taken care of sooner or later."
She walked over to the closet and slipped on a plain black shirt. She was a slender raven with delicious golden curls. No matter what she wore, she always looked wonderful. But you rarely saw her in anything but black. A dark, mysterious color..
"What do we do now..?"
Her voice was quiet, yet it seemed to echo through the small and cluttered room. Spike got up, shoved his hands in his pocket, and glanced at the fish sculpture glittering in front of him.
"We live."
She smiled slyly as he looked over to her, grinning. Their eyes shone together with bursts of happiness.
"We're having a good dream now."
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YOU GOTTA KEEP HOLDING ON
Julia awakens from her odd dream only to see Spike. They both are confused, lost, and traumatized admist all of the unsettling events that have occured. There is nowhere to go. Too many questions for them to comprehend.. and only each other to hang on to. What future lies ahead of them?
-------
The sheets shifted as a gutteral moan escaped her throat. There was something painfully bright in her eyes. Was it that strange light that she remembered from her dream? Oddly enough, it took her awhile to realize that it was the strains of sunlight peeking through the window shades. She breathed in softly, trying to regain her consciousness.
Spike sat at the side of the bed, partly covered in sheets, looking out the window. His hair was a curly and tangled mess, more than usual. His back was facing Julia and one of his hands gripped on the bedsheets. He was staring off into space, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes. He must have smoked tons of them the whole night.
Yet, he looked so dignified.
He seemed absorbed in the sunlight, watching it with awe. His face was entirely blank except for his eyes, which were contorted with the expression of pure wonder. Sunlight. The faintest traces of warmth on his skin. He shuddered and continued glancing out the window. The tainted glass of the fish sculptures were sparkling with a new intensity, and the roses were traced gently with scattered droplets of sun. So strange and ethereal, a daily sight becoming something new and.. different.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." He chuckled softly. At first Julia was surprised that he even knew she was awake, but then she realized Spike had the uncanny ability to sense where everyone was regardless of how impossible it seemed.
She continued staring at him, trying to absorb the facts that he was in front of her, breathing. Just like she was. The same life force drove through them both.
"Spike.. this is.." the words couldn't escape her throat as she arose out of bed. She had no idea how to explain this, or why. All she could remember was that blindingly bright white that consumed her senses.
"Yeah, this is kinda weird, isn't it?" His gaze turned torwards her, with a look of softness that she would always fondly remember. At least Spike hadn't changed. Or had he?
She then noticed his trembling as he held the cigarette in his hands, flicking the ashes on the floor. She never saw Spike tremble before, until now. He continued glancing at her, and said nothing. He puffed at his cigarette mercilessly, like he was attacking an invisible enemy. He was afraid.
Julia embraced him at that moment, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly. It just felt right. Spike suddenly relaxed and kissed her forehead, the cigarette dropping from his slender fingers onto the ground.
"I don't remember anything.." she mumbled softly to him, and he looked away, his gaze suddenly averted torwards the window. He knew that Julia would be left out of future secrets and knowledge. He was the one in charge. He had to make sure his second chance wasn't another tragedy.
"Don't worry about it, Julia. Things will be taken care of sooner or later."
She walked over to the closet and slipped on a plain black shirt. She was a slender raven with delicious golden curls. No matter what she wore, she always looked wonderful. But you rarely saw her in anything but black. A dark, mysterious color..
"What do we do now..?"
Her voice was quiet, yet it seemed to echo through the small and cluttered room. Spike got up, shoved his hands in his pocket, and glanced at the fish sculpture glittering in front of him.
"We live."
She smiled slyly as he looked over to her, grinning. Their eyes shone together with bursts of happiness.
"We're having a good dream now."
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YOU GOTTA KEEP HOLDING ON