Harmony. Sky filled with peace and tranquillity with its baby cobalt colour, crowed with feathered cloud.
Black and white birds flying in sync enjoying this heavenly weather as if it was crafted by God specifically.
The rays uniting as it beams, people eyes turned towards it, forgetting all bad emotions while mesmerised with this beauty but this is not the only beauty he sees.
Under the artistic sky, a women strolling with her bohemian, long dress flowing behind her through the trail of pink blossom trees.
Her brown, silky hair with streaks of gold cascading down just above her waist. Oh how her hair danced in in the breeze of the wind.
She then turned around, her sun kissed, chocolate eyes connected with his dark, black eyes that twinkled at the sight of it, hypnotised him with just one look of his fiancé.
The summer breeze nipped at her heart shaped face, making her cheeks rosy.
She had a willowy, hourglass figure but the one feature that compelled him was her saccharine lips stretching wide with an angelic smile in the sight of of his young, stubble face.
His tall legs captivated him to walk towards her as she waits for him as she reaches her soft hands to him to come with her but as he tries to stretch out his hand and walked closer, his legs froze as if a hammer pinned it down.
He furrowed his sharp eyebrows, struggling to reach or move to her. He is trying to move his legs but he couldn't as anxiety started to fill his mind, desperate to reach her.
Her shadow engulfed her in to a abyss still reaching out as her angelic smile was replaced with a frightened look. He tries to scream out her name but it doesn't seem to come out.
"Joseph!"
"Joseph!" She screams.
"Joseph, wake up !"
Suddenly, his wrinkled black eyes that used to be full of life opened slowly to a blond haired women.
"You was having one of your nightmares again. I got to give you ur medication." She worriedly says and goes out the room hurriedly.
A wizened face peered out from under a wedge of his favourite black hat, which was the only thing on his otherwise blond head and mottled scalp saves a sparse fringe of white.
His eyes were so heavily lidded and weighed down with wrinkled folds that was like talking to someone who is asleep, yet he was quite alert.
Every night he has a dream about this same women for a long time but he can't bring himself to remember who she is. Her name is forever stuck in his throat which his mind is begging him to remember but fails like every other time as he finally set his almond eyes towards the window.
Bullet. Muffled rain pouring on the floor like bullets as it penetrates through the malachite leaves. Trees cowering from the roaring wind, leaving no justice.
Birds hiding from this uncontrollable, heartless, fierce nature, not wanting to be under this merciless weather.
Autumnal leaves become not a confetti, but a lot ammunition in a gale as thunder strikes, making his black eyes twinkle one last time, with one last memory of her.
