Line

My heart is beating badly. I am starting to realise it. The line. The soft line between fiction and reality. We start to approach each other. Our mutual destination, led by our own faiths.

The first eye contact. The very first. Hazel-shaded eyes in front of me. Ocean blue eyes in front of you. Pupils start to dilate and my heart skips a beat.

Approaching. Slowly, but this is wonderful. Our surrounding is empty. Silence is our friend. The grass our feet are resting on is warm, soft and dry. The sky is cloudless and blue with the bright, warm yellow light carried by the sun. Everything is flawless.

I am feeling it. You are in front of me, we are face to face, less than a foot apart. Slowly, I start to feel the bond, a strong rope that keeps us together. A new timeline is born, our timeline. And then, we carefully close our eyes and together, we become infinite.

We are gathered,

you and me.

We are one.

We crossed over

from fiction

to reality.

And our story begins

here

and now.

~

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a very short story and it was supposed to be a Swedish essay but I thought it wasn't good enough. And even though it was supposed to be an essay for Swedish class, I actually started writing it in English and then decided to translate it to Swedish. I really don't know why.

Cheers!

FOOTNOTE: Inspired by Wong Fu Production's short movie "Shell".