Oh, Eleanor

Creating the rungs : Prologue

#Prologue

There was yet nothing he could rely upon. Nothing he could count on to. Nothing that was his, the whole universe was in a good sense parallel to him but he just couldn't touch it, make it his own. He just couldn't create rungs on those parallel lines.
Back and forth, he rocked on his chair, thinking about that parallel line. Neither was it money nor fame. Or for that matter, any kind of success. The all along running parallel line was his... Love. The love he always had and the love he will always keep on having. The love of his life and the love of his afterlife. All the rungs here wanted to create was to reach there, to his love.
Alas! If only it was that easy, if only he could do that. If only he could recreate her picture in his mind. She was long gone. Those features of her! Long forgotten. Those extremely green and beautiful eyes that had a blue and brown tint to it where it reached the black hole-like point in the middle. And those long black lashes, which clashed each other at the terminus. Those baby-pink high cheekbones, which rose and got brighter every time she smiled. Her smile! It could either end or start a war. It could turn the buds to flowers or flowers to fruits. It surely was the best thing in the world that he ever saw, which only meant that he couldn't see anything that beautiful in his life ever again.
He was indebted to that beauty, to that smile! He was so close to losing himself in that beauty. So close to burning up alive, and so close to dissolving into ashes and smoke. Just like she had, before disappearing...forever.