27 August 2012
Beneath the glass lay a photograph, she slipped it out and gazed at it. It was of a boy about her age. He wore army uniform and had sharp chiselled features. His perfect face smiled up at her. Then the girl felt a hand on her shoulder and twisted her head. It was him, his smiling face, actually there with her. She took his hand and stood up. He walked her out onto the balcony. She looked deeply into his eyes and he hers. Then she leant towards him and they began to kiss. Passion and longing coursing through her body. That’s all it was though. They broke apart and she hugged him.
She whispered in his ear, barely able to get the words out of her mouth. “You’re not real.” She sobbed. “You’re dead.” She put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. He started to suffocate. Blood seeped out from around her hand, his shirt slowly turning crimson. He opened his mouth to speak but no noise came. Instead a horrible choking sound escaped his lips. Tears of blood welled in his eyes and flowed down his cheeks. He stepped towards her and put a hand to her cheek stroking it tenderly, he leaned towards her and they kissed again. She then shook her head and pushed him away. The girl put a hand to her mouth and screamed in agony as she sank to the floor. Tears raced down her face. Soon the boy was completely covered in blood. He reached out to the girl then tumbled over the side of the balcony.
Fragmented Soul Pt. 3 • Opuss № I