WHAT? Micro Story Series

OF TIME AND OBLIVION

#MicroStory No. 6

Of Time and Oblivion
by avisynn

Trays of old ceramic sins shatter across the hall of regrets. Furious steps heard. Anxiety and gasps etched on the servants' faces.

How do you breathe intimidation and fire dipped in threats?

Six minutes. I got six minutes to do this.

I sighed and covered my head with the hood from my cloak. A thief like me knows how to pretend. I must act like an elite; graceful steps, timid glances, and sophisticated eyes.

"Fake it until I make it," I whispered to myself and started walking.

"What happened here?"

"The lady in cloak have broken a glass, Sire."

"It must be the visitor from one of the Masters. Do not disturb her visit. Shush and work. Now!"

The clap from the butler ended my nervousness.

I hurried my pace. I only have four minutes. I need to look for---Finn.

My feet dragged me to where it all started: a gazebo of wonders.

Large wooden pillars form the round gazebo; Vines of ivy and wisteria hang like curtains that mounted the picturesque view. Gaia, the goddess of the earth, must have taken time to spend her powers in this place.

My eyes kept admiring the gazebo then I heard familiar steps. I inhaled all the possible strength I could muster and face Finn.

Two minutes is all I've got.

He looked angry as he grabbed my wrist and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Whatever you are doing, stop it! You can't defeat them, Finn. You'll die! The five of you," I answered him.

But he brushed it all off, then he smirked and laughed.

"Tell me about death. Have you ever died, Ava?"

Sixty seconds and I'm running out of time.

The wind blowing in and out in the gazebo started spiking cold frosts. The wolves howled like beasts. And Luna just got gloomy and dark. Fog breathes the smokes of unforeseen clouds. His eyes, now painted in shades of blue---dark, enticing, and filled with menace. The white strands of his hair shone like a light.

"Stop using your magic on me, Finn!"

In a snap of his fingers, everything went back to normal.

"I---I'm sorry," he murmured.

Fifty seconds.

If love is a language, Finn's dialect is his eyes. Tantalizing hues of blue reminded me of our ocean-filled memoirs.

We were yesterday's stargazing fanatics. Our legs crossed, sitting by the gazebo, waiting for the twilight to sheen us light. The moon has witnessed two mortals bathing themselves with the mixtapes of our laugh, sighs, and sudden stares. At times, we'd stay inside the mansion, and then heaven would crack the roof with poesies and fireflies speaking of luminescence and bottled crayons; that chandelier would look plain in embarrassment.

His fingers loosened. He let go of my wrist.

"Ava, I wish I could fear death. When you lied and left, death became a simple routine. All of these spells can't even cure whatever you have stabbed in me. I can't even look at you without dying. You made me this---lifeless."

Twenty seconds.

"You can start anew, Finn. You'll forget us---in time. Just stop whatever you are planning with your brethren. As a friend, I am concerned. I heard them plotting---" he cut me off.

"Go away, Ava," he said and turned his back on me.

I tasted rust after biting my lips hard. Tears roll on my cheeks.

I have done my part. I died hours ago when their enemies found me lurking in their territory. I am only living in spirit now. Time has stopped for me. Thanks to the clock I've stolen from a witch.

My body felt weak. I reached for the pillar to lean on. The bullets on my stomach started to hurt again. Blood was the color of death painted on my cloak. I'll die. Time starts to move again for me and my soul. The pain is insufferable. I want to close my eyes.

Despite my tears, I saw Finn turning his face to me. Shocked as he was, he held me.

"F-Finn. I love y---you, until the end," my voice croaked in pain.

I need him to stop looking for pages in books for our story will never be found. It was good while it lasted.

His eyes were crystal and dewy. It was beautiful---a sight to behold.

All of the stolen glances, stolen memories, and stolen chances were lost---in time. In a parallel universe, we could have a happy ending. But for now, our story is found nowhere in oblivion.

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