Crazy. That’s what they called him,crazy. Or was it mad? It didn’t matter. They didn’t understand. None of them did. They were blind to what he saw, blind. They didn’t understand.
Death. It was most unwelcomed, and for the newlyweds most unexpected. A quiet walk through the fields to watch the fireflies, it was supposed to be romantic, a time where he could hold her in his arms and wish it would last forever. She wasn’t supposed to die. But, it came unexpected, the assassin was silent as the stars above them, they didn’t know until it was too late, and then there was nothing he could do to help. He couldn’t do anything, he was helpless, holding her body to his chest all he could do was weep for his loss. Because now he was alone.
Not soon after her death did the dreams come. The dreams, they were so real he hated to awake the next morning and grip the reality that he was alone. Alone, always alone. Except in the dreams, she came to him in the dreams..Whispering soothing words, and comforting him, it was as if she were alive. Alive, she was alive. ‘My love is alive and calling for me..I must find her.’ They called him crazy, she was dead, and they knew it, but telling him was impossible. Desperate for his love he began to search endlessly, always coming up empty handed….but he still had the dreams. |
