2004-11-14
The Dream Is Over Darling (?)
hearing: nothing
reading: I think I've settled on The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas
feeling: restless and longing
Story time! I'm working up a collecton.
He looked down at her as no one had looked at her before, with a light his blazing eyes had never shone on anyone before. His hand touched her cheek and it was enough. It was enough for her to gaze into his beautiful eyes. It was enough for him to have her so near. A lock of his dark hair fell across his eyes. His other hand slowly raised to touch her other cheek as his lips parted in speech.
But the moment his hand touched her cheek, an icy blast came over her. The wind howled through twisting and winding corridors and down dank steps until it reached the girl and blew her beloved away. His expression changed to melancholy despair, as his entire figure blew backwards into a thousand grains of sand and dissipated into the air. The light of ten thousand candles was snuffed out.
And she was alone in the dark. The cold, clammy air harshly kissed her cheek, reminding her that he was her new lover. The dream was long over. He was long gone. She stood in the dark and sighed, as the tears rolled down her cheeks. But no sobs escaped her lips. She walked to a heavy wooden door in the midst of the prison room of stone and with great effort, forced it open. She slipped into the opening but looked back once, twice, and thrice before she slipped away for good.
The door creaked close slowly, but a careful observer would have noticed something scattered across the floor.
Dark colored ringlets of hair and a pale knife.