Echoes
She
wakes like always in the haze of sleep, her eyes never quite
focusing, never quite finding the one she seeks. She speaks his name
a million times, and though she has never met him she knows she’ll
recognize him when she sees him, if she sees him. He begs her there,
wills her to him, promises he will be waiting, but never is. Even in
dream, she is always searching for him, always fighting for destiny.
The
room she is in is always the same, large and white, decorated for a
ball, filled with enemies dressed for a masquerade. Their faces are
hidden behind party masks, with eyes deceiving, betraying their
intent, and she fears them.
Her
red gold hair is puffed, wild with curls, ribbons and flowers
entwined throughout. Her dress looks like a fairy tale, and like her
eyes, it’s colored as blue as the ocean. It’s strapless and hugs
her torso to her hips, then it flares out exaggerating her waist, and
falls to the ground hiding her feet. Although she doesn’t wear
glass slippers, only blue satin pumps, she feels like a princess. At
the base of her neck diamonds sit, surrounding her throat, shining
obscenely against flawless white skin. She holds in her hand a white
satin mask trimmed in ocean colored feathers held by a long slender
stick wrapped in white satin fabric, and blue and white ribbons that
dangle freely are attached. When she puts the mask to her face, her
nose to her forehead are covered, and the blues of the feathers make
the blues in her eyes shine brighter.
She
looks up to the ceiling, and sees chandeliers that hang in rows of
perfect symmetry. Their thin, delicate gold arms curve, gleaming
with clear crystal teardrops letting light flow through each tiny
tear, shining dotted rainbows all over the room like prisms. The
lights are bright, unreasonably so, and yet she feels the darkness
and cold. Emptiness surrounds her. The fogged blanket of anxiety
she feels makes the room darker than it really is, terror grips her
heart with frigid panic, and it consumes her soul. She wants to
leave, but something is keeping her there. No . . . not something,
someone.
She
hears her name called on an angel’s breath, so small and faint
she’s not sure how she’s going to find him. She moves through
enemies with confident uncertainty, some bowing their grace as she
walks past them, others pointing and sneering or laughing as she
makes her way through the crowd.
The
clicking noise her heels make as she steps across marble flooring
sound hollow, reverberating in a silent room. Everyone watches her,
waiting until she is near the center, and they lunge at her like
hungry wolves, grabbing her roughly, bruising her body. Enemies
close in on her, drowning her in a sea of faceless people. She lets
out a strangled cry for help, falling helplessly, pinned under their
bodies. She struggles, fights against them, and finally she breaks
free.
The
thick shroud of dark suffocates her as she runs for air, for freedom.
But sinister hands refuse to give up. They still grab for her,
attacking her now tender flesh, clawing at her, ripping fabric from
her dress, trying their hardest to pull her back into their sea.
Somehow she manages to break away from their grasp and runs for the
light that shines like heaven, laying miles ahead.
She
dares herself a glance behind her, and she sees the sea of people are
closing in. Heaven’s light reaches for her, and like a magnet it
pulls her into it. He stands alone, waiting. The light turns dark
and she can hear the menacing voices, the maniacal laughter behind
her. His arms open wide to her, his voice calling to her with baited
breath. She runs to him, into his arms, her heart flutters and she
feels the sting of electricity.
His
eyes are warm brown pools of liquid behind the black mask he is
wearing, and she sees the sun shine in them. The aura that surrounds
him is haloed in warmth. The room that had felt so dark and ominous
brightens, illuminating a spotlight on them.
She
looks up at him longingly, hoping he is there to protect her, but her
eyes desperately question him, fearful that he might be there to harm
her like the others. He circles his arms around her, embraces her
tightly to him. His name echoes deep in her soul and she knows she
is safe now that she has found him. He brings his mouth down to meet
hers, her lips burning with fire when his brush hers, and she can
breathe again. His name falls from her lips and it vibrates the
walls around them. Enemies cower and shrink away back into the
darkness she has just escaped.
His
name is a serenade in her ears, and she knows he is forever hers. He is her savior, her lover, her destiny.
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