Dreams of Love
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
567
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dreams of Love
Sometimes you only realise what you had when you lose it. There is no pain greater than knowing you threw away the best thing in your life...
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DREAMS OF LOVE
There he stood in the night. One armed wrapped around her waist, the other snaked up her back to where her head rested lightly in the palm of his hand. His blue eyes shimmered with concern. He clutched her tighter. He started intently at her, wishing for her to smile at him, to tell him it would all be okay. But she did not smile at him. She could not. He kissed her cold lips gently. She did not stir. He kissed her more passionately, like their first, last year. Then she had kissed him back with the same emotion. Now she did not. For the first time that night he noticed the silence. It was deafening, drowning him, taking him into the dark depths of nothingness . . . then it was broken. He was startled by the noise. He looked down to see the Red Sea. The Red Sea of blood, her blood still dripping from her mangled wrists. He sank slowly to his knees, ignoring the blood on his jeans, ignoring the dark, ignoring everything. His eyes welled with tears of guilt, regret and longing. Loud choking sobs broke the silence of the night. His body ached and he could hardly breathe, but he was oblivious to all but his shattered heart.
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Light poured into the dark room chasing away the shadows, sweeping out the cobwebs of hurt. With the dawn came the melodies of various birds harmonising with each other, reminding the world of new beginnings, of chances, of love. The heavy scent of lavender and roses filled the warm air. A butterfly wafted in the solitary window, taking advantage of the early morning breeze. It rested on the blade of the knife, just out of the young mans reach. He was handsome and looked wise. In his arms was a beautiful young lady. The butterfly took off, leaving them on the bed of blood, their blood. There they lay, in the morning light.
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DREAMS OF LOVE
There he stood in the night. One armed wrapped around her waist, the other snaked up her back to where her head rested lightly in the palm of his hand. His blue eyes shimmered with concern. He clutched her tighter. He started intently at her, wishing for her to smile at him, to tell him it would all be okay. But she did not smile at him. She could not. He kissed her cold lips gently. She did not stir. He kissed her more passionately, like their first, last year. Then she had kissed him back with the same emotion. Now she did not. For the first time that night he noticed the silence. It was deafening, drowning him, taking him into the dark depths of nothingness . . . then it was broken. He was startled by the noise. He looked down to see the Red Sea. The Red Sea of blood, her blood still dripping from her mangled wrists. He sank slowly to his knees, ignoring the blood on his jeans, ignoring the dark, ignoring everything. His eyes welled with tears of guilt, regret and longing. Loud choking sobs broke the silence of the night. His body ached and he could hardly breathe, but he was oblivious to all but his shattered heart.
* * *
Light poured into the dark room chasing away the shadows, sweeping out the cobwebs of hurt. With the dawn came the melodies of various birds harmonising with each other, reminding the world of new beginnings, of chances, of love. The heavy scent of lavender and roses filled the warm air. A butterfly wafted in the solitary window, taking advantage of the early morning breeze. It rested on the blade of the knife, just out of the young mans reach. He was handsome and looked wise. In his arms was a beautiful young lady. The butterfly took off, leaving them on the bed of blood, their blood. There they lay, in the morning light.
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Please review.