Endless, is this field of yellow flowers, of thousand blooms and of countless golden petals glowing under an unknown light. The horizon seems forever, and the rays of light from the sky above rain down like the offerings of hope. It's a pretty world, covered in the luminescence of hope, constructed for her wishes, built on her hopes. It's a land of dreams, and I have intruded into her solitary sanctuary. It's cruel of me to pry into her dreams, and more tragic of me to have admitted it. What have I become? The monster they say I am?
In this world, she is lonely no more, with her imaginary companions to stay by her side, to offer her their ears as she speaks of her fears and pains, to look after her like a mother she never known, to talk to her like a friend she has lost ages ago. In this land of infinite wishes and dreams, her lost dreams became a reality, and also, here, she becomes one who governs nature, free from the binds of reality that forever is and was.
My footsteps on the flowerbed sends small ripples through the flowers, as if sensing my arrival in this land, and they will soon inform their queen.
'Why are you here?' She stood, in the middle of the fields, her eyes closed and her posture somewhat tense.
There had never been anything for me to lose, isn't it? Only for me to gain. I walked over to her, and my fingers caressed her soft, smooth cheek. 'For you, am I here.'
I had observed, watched and monitored her for weeks, and slowly, I felt the need to walk over and give her a hand. It's not fair, nor is it fair for me to just stand silent. Denial and inaction is death in the field of war, and somehow, it is also true here. Every cut she suffers in the tormented lands of society hurts me, like a poison that doesn't kill, but constantly causes jolts of pain and misery, like a hallucinogen awakening the deepest fears of a person repeatedly.
It's not right for her to receive such pain.
"I've tried so hard to banish you from my mind, and right when I was about to succeed, you... return, dead yet not dead."
I sighed inside, not knowing what to say. Something though, propelled me to step closer, and hold her. "My fault. Always has been." I could touch, and I merely looked at her silently, into her eyes. Her eyes, seemed to insult and cast a powerful spell of dismay, of fear, of sorrow. I felt like a fool...
"Why? Why now?" She said, her voice fading.
'What difference if I came later? There wasn't any. She'd only sink deeper into a collapse of emotions, sink into a mere shell of a lady, like the dry skin shed by a snake. "I... couldn't watch you go further like this." I knew what I felt, but I didn't know how to say it. At that time, I wish I could just be like some casanova who could charm a lady with mere words.
She leaned closer, and onto my shoulder. "This is a dream, isn't it?" I couldn't bear to tell her. I couldn't make myself hurt her more. "I... don't want to wake up."
Eventually she has to, and I could only wonder how she'd feel when she wakes up. "I'll be here, everytime you sleep."
"Then, I'll sleep forever." She said, her hands held mine tightly. "I'll join you in death..."
'CRAP! What have I done... I merely wanted her to live more happily, more joyfully. Am I cursed to hurt everyone I love?' I felt like I was crushed and trapped by a rapidly enclosing room, where all it's walls get closer and closer. "No. I need you to live. I want to live."
She looked at me, "Let me choose what I want." She touched my cheek, and then my neck, and she pulled me closer to her. A part of me wanted her to die now, so we may be together...
'NO!' I can't let her die. All this time I've fought to keep my friends alive and happy, is this what I want?
"Please... Don't stop me. I've suffered long enough."
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So, that's how it ends. They both join in death!
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A few more chapters will come later, depends.
Give my other stories a little bit of love and reviews, k? Their quite okay, except the first half of my 68k story(come on, beginners try, can't help it, but the later half is quite okay).