Paula Sifunkel and Arthura Garmon

Leaves turn to brown

This chapter is dedicated to my one and only Sweetheart Garfunkel: gloRG13
"Some fine day he will be gone. Or they other one. What would you prefer?" "We all die in the end. But this is not meant to be a choice." "It never will be." The autumn wind blown so cold. A brown leave flow down. It lifted in the air. It happily turned itself. The leave was dancing. Dancing down to the ground and then the leave was death. All leaves just wait for that one moment in their life to just dance in the wind, but right after that they have to be on the ground till their gone. Sometimes they get a short flight by people trowing them with their feet or another wind blow. I looked at all the leaves on the ground. Everyone was now death. Their life was over. Why don't we stop fulling ourselves? The game is over. Over. Over. I looked into the distance. All those colours in the trees. Normally every tree seem to be the same, but in autumn everyone had his own special colouring. The wind brushed gently trough my hair. Next to me she sat without a need to say one word about that. "I'm sorry.", she said. She just said it. "For what?" "Time and space and age and this situation." "It was my fault after all. I written you back in the days. And age is just a number, which describes the years you lived on earth." She smiled slightly. "Yeah, just a number. And also back in the days. Sounds like it was all written in the stars." "I don't know. Maybe it is all just fate. From the moment of my birth to the instand of my death. There are patterns I must follow just as I must breath each breath. All I know is that it all ends." "I don't want them to die. I still want to hold on to them." "Like you hold on to me?" She asked and placed her warm hand on mine. Mine was as always ice cold and her hand seemed to have all the warm comforting energy I needed. "Why?" "I don't know." "We shouldn't be here." "Sometimes the world just changes. Thanks for being here anyways." "Yeah, but we don't know what this place is." "A place in our heart." "Here is nothing besides this cliff and the wood down there. But we can only move on the cliff." "It is a dream world. It's our dreamworld. The only place we can be together. But I think it was your decision to come here, since I remember drawing this place once." I looked absentmindedly down the hill. Her and me were at the cliff again. A huge cliff on top of a huge forest. My cat sat next to me. Gently I brushed her brown and light brown tabby fur. She purred happily. It was the only place we could be together. The only place to be reunited. The place that shouldn't exit but was there. Deep in our hearts he was. The green gras was cold and fog seemed to came out if it. As well as on top of the trees.The fog flooded over the wood beyond and seemed to disappear and appear where ever he wanted. It was cloudy. The sky was grey and white. Sometimes I thought it's hanging down on me.  My thoughts were scattered and they're cloudy. They had no borders, no boundaries. "Have you ever seen the sunshine here?" "No, but at home I also haven't seen the sun in a long time." I jumped up and extended my arms. Then I yelled in the wilderness:"Hey sunshine. We don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky like a floating question, why? And they linger there to die. They don't know were they are going and ,my friend, neither do I." No one answered just the echo of my voice. She clapped and laughed. "I love you my friend. You are just the funniest person I know." "Nah, I don't think so." "Sure you are Madam creative Paulie." We giggled. And my cat just stood up and walked to me. I patted her one last time. Then she walked straight up to the cliff. As she reached the edge she toke a majestic jump. Suddenly she stood in the air and walked up some sort of invisible stairs. She turned around one last time. Her bright eyes were burning like fier. How can the light that burned  so brightly suddenly burned so pale? As she reached the top of the sky she was gone. I sighted. "And now she is gone again." "Hey Paul I call you Paul and you call me Art." "No, better. If you be my bodyguard. Then I can be your long lost pale. I can call you Artie and Artie when you call me you can call me Al." She laughed even more. Suddenly I heard a voice in the distance. "Oh, sorry that's probably my teacher." "Oh, so you can daydream. And while you daydreaming we are here." "I can be here when ever I'm daydreaming. Well, I'm just a daydream believer. And trough that you can see me when ever you want to see me." "So we are in two worlds at the same time." "Correct." Suddenly I had an idea. "Hey, weird thought. But what if you and I could travel trough time and space. Okay, maybe just space. Time is too difficult. Anyways we travel to them and bring them together. They don't have to sing, but maybe they could be friends again." "Great idea. But this is impossible." "G, nothing is impossible." "G?" "G like Garfunkel. My sweetheart." "You can't just say that in front of everyone. But I'm on your side. Like a bright over troubled water." "But Artie. I'm on no ones side. I'm neither bad nor good. Neither popular nor a on the bottom of society." "Aren't you a vintage geek?" "Indeed. Yes, Artie. You might know me better than anyone else, but honestly I don't know. I'm not on anyone's side. And I don't prefer anyone specifically." "Than we have our own side." "You know what?" "I love you and that's all I know.", she joked. Oh, she just had to make this reference. "No. When they will find out they will kill me or make fun of me. They say they support me, but than they would all just talk about me and in the end I'm the joke. Like someone you never thought could hurt you pushes a knife in your back. And make sure that you are suffering as long as possible. Than when you lay there nearly death they would stand on you and take your last breath. I would throw my self done from the top to the bottom. It would be self harm. No, it would be suicide. And all the people will say:'What a shame that she's dead.' But wasn't I a most peculiar girl." She gave me a warm comfortable hug. "My dear and sweet Paul stay brave."