Mallorie's POV
I furiously walk down the crooked path as I wipe a hot tear off my cheek. Why does it all have to be so complicated? I have never been keen on solving puzzles and right now I am faced with this cosmical riddle of my existence, desperately striving to solve the unsolvable. There are too many questions without answers which keep me up at night, too many doubts about the reason behind all of this. I feel like the world is spinning around me, distorted accusing whispers reverberating in my life's background as I try to maintain my balance. Unfortunately, I stumble on a persistent awful thought and fall flat to the ground, this only sharply increasing my hatred of the reality I am forced to bear. I reluctantly rise to my feet in an attempt to pull myself together but fail miserably. How on earth am I supposed to leave behind all that incurable eagerness to understand everything, an unhealthy obsession which led to my depressive state? I wish the world just disappeared and left me to drown in my pity and sorrow. But sadly things do not always go as wanted, do they?
Lost in thought I do not even notice how the surroundings seem to fade away as if granting my previous wish. Now everything looks lifeless, painted in monotonous tones of grey, and emanating nothing but plain desolation.
Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed into the distance, sprawling itself across the dry sky and leaving me standing in the middle of nowhere completely dumbfounded. I cautiously take a few steps forward, but only to stop and stare in awe at the ethereal figure looming alarmingly close over me. Golden curls are falling loosely over a pair of dreamy greyish eyes, luring me into the trap of a divine surreal charm. The angelic silhouette holds out a pale hand and reaches for my face, gently caressing my damp cheek with its delicate fingers. Our looks interlock for a split second, but then I turn my head away, striving to resist the urge to look back at those mesmerizing eyes. With a single movement, he cups my face, whispering unintelligible words while trying to make me meet his eyes. Who does he think he is approaching me like that out of nowhere and expecting me to be amiable with someone like him? Hold on... what if this is just my imagination taking over my sanity? Am I possibly locked in a haze? No, could I? But what if?...
"I certainly was not expecting to encounter in these places such an honorable presence, Sir Angel," I slyly say as I turn to face him, refraining from giggling at the realization that this is all just a fantastic lucid dream.
"Excuse me, have you just said that I am... an angel?!" he says, letting out an amused laugh. "While I am flattered by your compliment, I must confess that-"
"Nonsense, nonsense," I mutter and take a strong grip of his hand, holding it tight whilst dragging him behind me with a stupid grin plastered on my face.
It is finally the time to escape reality.
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Is it really what I think it is?
FantasyHow would feel if it all was just a fancy lie that we normalized to call "REALITY"? If this notion was, in fact, the exquisite result of a complex creative process you are unaware of and everything was in your hands? Would you feel skeptical, taken...
