At The Gazebo

Chapter 5: Meeting The Impossible

Contradicting her wise decision and continuing down the path, as though the person in question was never behind her, she turned.

Her abrupt turning caused the man following her to be mere inches away from her.

An air of sweet familiarity filled the atmosphere. And even before they had the chance to glance at each others faces, their hearts skipped a beat.

She looked at him then, not minding the lack of proper distance between them and so did he. An invincible spark charge between them as their eyes met.

That spark lightened up the darkening night. And the air around them shifted and changed into tender hues. It seemed as though its omnipresence knew of something that no one else did.

Deep within, each of them believed the other to be the most realistic creation of their battered minds. It was long ago that they had come to the conclusion that a possibility such as this was entirely impossible.

Their hope had ceased long ago. And it was only calling trouble to surge its being into existence yet again.

For oh, how much does hope ache hearts. How much does the fact that these sweet tunes that hope so serenely sing, have much possibility in the side that is not wanted.

Now how could they possibly believe that the person in front of them was indeed real? That it was indeed the very flesh and bones that they so loved with devotion?

They could not. Yet happy they were at this presumed realistic imagination of minds. Happy to the extent of euphoria, so was clearly expressed in their eyes.

Forgotten was the past, forgotten were the tears. All that mattered was this presence that now accompanied them.

They smiled, goofy smiles at each other, sweetly giddy just like their younger selves. Nothing mattered, nothing in the least.

All that was present were them, in the world that they had so long ago, reluctantly left.

His hand slowly reached up to her face. Halting abruptly a mere centimeter away.

He looked onto her face with a pair of distant eyes. Perhaps his eyes were now replaying the memories of this very remarkable creation of his mind, that stood inches away from him.

Tenderness unfurled on his face as his focus yet again settled onto her, as though she were the most special being in existence.

His hand hovered, and before he proceeded to gently cup her face, his low voice broke forth,
"Do not disappear, my dear."

At his touch she closed her eyes, the coolness of his palm making her mind conflict a million times. Was he real? For she was sure that she had never felt her imagination in such a vividity.

How right his palm felt cupping her face. Oh how she loved that feeling his touch sent right to her heart.

The warmth of her flushed face sweeped into his hand and if that weren't quite enough, her tears that reached him were enough to make him realize that the person before him was, after all, not a trickery of his mind.

Not being able to believe the utter unreality of the moment, he gingerly rubbed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away that water of agony from her face.

A sparkle in those eyes, just then, proved to him of her having come up with that same conclusion that he had not a second earlier.

He was real.
So was she.

Her fingers ascended until they reached his wrist and decidedly held onto it. She was falling and he was her only support.

Lord Christian tensed as the pair of petite hands gripped him. He smiled down at them.

Looking back up, he felt his tears falling. Never had he shed a tear in front of an audience, never had he manifested the sentiments of his heart. But now, gone was his manliness and little did he care about it.

For a while all he could do was to let his eyes wander about her face, taking in every single thing and imprinting it in his mind. Such endearing little wrinkles did she have when she smiled so. A pang of remorse hit him, he was not there to watch them grow.

At the sight of the gradual transformation from the elated look on her face to that of sorrow and at the feel of her fast flowing tears as she closed her eyes, his tears of happiness turned into those of sorrow.

The happiness that their presence had brought turned into anguish. The ever slow paced healing of their hearts, was inadvertently bruising all over again.

It hurt them as all the combinations of earthly hurting. It hurted as it hurts when one loses what they desire while at the same time it hurted as it hurts when one obtains their desire after the longest of times. It hurted as it hurts when one bids farewell to a loved one while at the same time it hurted from the extreme happiness of a long awaited reunion.

The reality hurt the most, their fates were never given a chance to unite.

The spark dimmed and gloom covered the atmosphere as it seemed that their grieving broke the nature's very heart.

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Oh luve,
Thou art indeed a plague.
Plaguing many,
Leaving them blind of sense.
Blooming in thy majestic might,
Thou kill hearts,
Then make them merry.
Or thou build lives,
To break, oh so many.
Oh luve,
How have thee survived?
Through the ages,
Through the lives?
And why haven't any great minds,
O're centuries, from the start of the time,
Had the power to understand thy being?
Oh why, Oh why!