(Let me just say, all week I’ve been saying how much I hated people using the phrase “And then I woke up.” Still, I didn’t realize I did this until I reached the end. “You contain bits and pieces of the soul of a girl who I once knew by the name of Lilith,” said the demon before her. His bright amber eyes flashed. “Yet the two of you are infinitely different. Not unlike the moon and the sun.” The man, demon or angel, earth shatteringly beautiful, broken. He turned away, letting his black hair fall into his eyes so I could not see his face. Is he sad? I wondered. Living forever, was he lonely? “Why are you looking for her?” The quiet, child voice of my seven year old self said, tilting her face up. “I do not understand.” The demon, for I had decided that was what he was, turned to face me, his suit wrinkled, as though he hadn’t taken it off in a long time. He adjusted his clothes and looked at his feet. He is alone. I know this now, from the look on his face. An open book, his face, so calm and impossibly sad yet couldn’t hide anything. Instead of hiding his feelings, he hid his face. “Because,” said the lonely demon, his voice sounding warped and the edges for my vision started to shimmer and spin. I knew without a doubt that I was waking up. I knew without a doubt that I didn’t want to go. “I am alone.” When he once again looked at her, there were tears in his amber eyes, shining brighter than the sun, it almost hurt to see. “She promised, you see. And I shall hold her to it.” He buried his face in his hands. “She said she wouldn’t leave me again.” He broke off and looked down at me. It had seemed far away as I hugged his legs, my head only coming to the lower half of his hips, but I knew that I wouldn’t have changed things. “I don’t want you to cry.” He fell to his knees before me, tears sliding down his face, dotting his plain white shirt. I hugged the broken bird before me, for that was what he was. No demon, yet no angel. He was no man. He was a caged bird, lonely and left behind by the person he had trusted. He didn’t reach out to touch me, but the faraway, lost look in his eyes dissipated, if only a little. “And now you leave me...” He mumbled. “Again.” I held him closer, this strange man that I wanted to protect. Anyone else would find it odd, a man being hugged by a seven year old girl, tears running down his face, but we weren’t anyone else. “It won’t be forever,” I said, assurance in my voice. “One day, your friend will return.” And then I woke up. -A story in my head.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 03:02:47 +0000
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