My hands slowly unfasten themselves as a fire hovers. It mocks me as it
dances before me releasing agonising emotions within me. I see my
reflection on the dust-covered mirror. A girl, who's been through too much,
her innocence and love shattered before her own eyes. I look into my own
eyes as I see a reflection staring back at me. Like two strangers, we
awkwardly stare at each other. Her eyes are red and swollen as if she had
been crying for eternity, her lips dry and cracked like a desert. Her face
is colourless and she seems almost lifeless, almost transparent.
She longs to be with her dead husband, she longs to be cold and numb with him in their grave. To lie there with him forever. Ashes flicker past as a soft delicate breeze makes her hair dance to a silent heartbreaking song of grieve. She is expressionless but in her eyes, she possesses a heart- melting look of sorrow, an unbreakable and intriguing look, which captivates me. Her eyes spell out the words pain and the watery layer on top of them suddenly slips off like soft silk and drapes and slinks down her face. Those diamond water drops slide down to her face as she stares back at me.
I see her raise her hand slightly and with a final smile as if she is sharing a secret that only we share, the fireball she holds in her hands plummets towards me. I look down and see my arm doing the same just as I see blurred shadows run towards me yelling for me to stop but no one can stop me or the girl in the mirror.
The fireball reflects off the mirror and plunges towards me. At first I feel nothing until I look down and I can smell the intoxicating stench of burning flesh. I see my sisters staring at me in disbelief and devastation. Suddenly, a silence dominates the air as I see once again a faint silhouette as a lone solitary figure stands in front of me.
This time I know it's my love coming to embrace me, to wrap me up in his soft bubble of protection. I hear my sisters crying as they kneel over my limp and lifeless corpse on the ground. I smiled a true smile in a long time as I gazed into the twinkling eyes of Cole,
.... finally I had finished the race.
She longs to be with her dead husband, she longs to be cold and numb with him in their grave. To lie there with him forever. Ashes flicker past as a soft delicate breeze makes her hair dance to a silent heartbreaking song of grieve. She is expressionless but in her eyes, she possesses a heart- melting look of sorrow, an unbreakable and intriguing look, which captivates me. Her eyes spell out the words pain and the watery layer on top of them suddenly slips off like soft silk and drapes and slinks down her face. Those diamond water drops slide down to her face as she stares back at me.
I see her raise her hand slightly and with a final smile as if she is sharing a secret that only we share, the fireball she holds in her hands plummets towards me. I look down and see my arm doing the same just as I see blurred shadows run towards me yelling for me to stop but no one can stop me or the girl in the mirror.
The fireball reflects off the mirror and plunges towards me. At first I feel nothing until I look down and I can smell the intoxicating stench of burning flesh. I see my sisters staring at me in disbelief and devastation. Suddenly, a silence dominates the air as I see once again a faint silhouette as a lone solitary figure stands in front of me.
This time I know it's my love coming to embrace me, to wrap me up in his soft bubble of protection. I hear my sisters crying as they kneel over my limp and lifeless corpse on the ground. I smiled a true smile in a long time as I gazed into the twinkling eyes of Cole,
.... finally I had finished the race.