teary-eyed dove
She was at peace. The delicate harmony surrounded her, she breathed it, her worries were long gone and her eyes were wide open, looking at the bright sky at the azure sky which mirrored her blue eyes.
Her limbs were resting on flower petals. She could hear the wind howling quietly in the branches of the pines, but it didn’t bother her – she felt complete and whole while lying there without a thought of tomorrow. She knew she wanted to stay there, but something didn’t feel right.
The flowers around her were bright, deep red, and they were roses. Somehow, they looked a little too intensely red, and smelled like iron.
How peculiar, she thought. She was all alone, in eternity, yet alive - in a dream.
Then, the field grabbed her feet as she stood, and those roots tangled up her legs. She couldn’t help it; she opened her mouth wide but no sound would leave her lips. And there, to think, even though she was sinking, or even though she would die if she sank any further into the unknown, her mind was at immeasurable, unconditional peace. As if the roses were taking her all the way to heaven. If that innocence was how it felt to be dying, she craved I now. More than anything. She had to leave, immediately, yet her feet were chained to the ground and would not let her go. A salty tear spilled from her eyes and she tasted the bittersweet despair of betrayal. She knew where she was, and she could never leave. Not until she forgot him.
A pale, soft hand reached out to her as if it was an angel taking her to heaven, and those icy blue eyes pierced her identical irises. She couldn’t let go, neither could she hold on to that pale hand. No matter how soft his touch was, she knew the roses always had thorns, and in this case the thorns would stake her before she could admire the beauty of the flowers. It sent shivers down all of her limbs, she knew it was not good for her, not at all.
The more he pulled her towards his embrace, the more she wanted to fall down to the rose garden. No matter how delicate his touch was, she didn’t want to be deceived again. Something inside her – something so delicate and untouched – awakened as his hazy breath touched her ears. Love, unconditional love. Something she had always had for him, something she would never forget no matter how she tried, and he would take it with a smile – only to disappear without a trace.
He would touch her deepest core; she would see the human, the beautiful human being he was and had always been, only to end up being ripped apart by the beast. And he, he would still admire the beauty beside her, the broken, delicate beauty he would always hold dear.
With a smile, he kissed her fingers, one by one. Her eyes closed with a soft smile on her lips, she enjoyed the brief moment of his rare affection, his angelic touch, and icy lips of the one she would never forget.
Her eyes opened again to see the flowers turning red as she touched those, and for a moment, she felt bliss in his arms, those ruthless arms of a monster which she found beautifully scattered anyways – to her, he was the thorn and the rose, the beauty and the beast, even if the darkness would always end up getting the best of him. He scattered the flowers around her, with a kiss he buried her inside the lilies.
And those flowers were covered in her blood, and always had been.
