And as though she was called urgently, she turned around only to see a specter. . . that seemed so familiar to her yet couldn't really get a grasp of its quiet, unusually demanding presence. It beckoned to her to come closer and so she did. The specter unveiled itself slowly: short hair in varying shades of brown, skin almost as fair as snow and eyes as green as the meadows from her village, though they shine with a brilliance that is on par with the stars above. His clothes were tattered and torn, but it seemed to her that they used to be a white shirt, a velvet vest and a pair of dark grey trousers. She looked up at him with a concerned stare, but he merely shrugged. She then noticed how he looked so real and tangible that she began to question if she was hallucinating but the clouds moved away and the moon shone quite brightly around them, revealing that his body is transparent much to her solace.
Wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more prominent as a smile dawned on his face, a look of relief and nostalgia appear to have overtaken his features. "My sweet Felicity Jeanne" is the specter's first words, his voice gentle and tender. She was enchanted by his tone but then snapped out of it, confusion overwhelming her as she wondered how this specter knew her name, however as she looked closely, she gasped. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to gaze upon the specter of her beau. "...Gilbert." She choked out as she approached him, hand reached out to his which he gladly took into his cold hands. "Oh, my love. I thought I would never see you again." Felicity stated as she tried to stop crying, hiccuping softly. Gilbert shushed her softly, bringing a hand to her face and wiping away her tears. "Do not cry, Felicity. This is only momentary and I do not wish that the last thing I will see is your crying face." She nodded in understanding as she took his hand and pressed it against her tear-stained cheek. Sniffling, she muttered, "I miss you so very much, Gilbert."
Gilbert smiled at the gesture, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "And as do I, my sweetest." In silence, they embraced under the moonlight, though Felicity trembled as Gilbert's body is merely cold - no warmth whatsoever, yet she endured it for the sake of having her beloved in her arms once again before they part for the rest of eternity. Pulling away, they smiled at each other, a look of longing and desire in their eyes. With only a minute to spare, they kissed. It wasn't any ordinary kiss - it was a kiss goodbye, an indefinite farewell for the star-crossed lovers who have gone through so much only to lose each other in the end. They broke apart soon after. As Gilbert smiled at Felicity, he said "Goodbye, my Felicity Jeanne. We shall meet again. . . in the stars" before he faded into small star-shaped particles and flew upwards to the star-studded night sky.
Felicity stared at the sky for a short while, waiting if her beau would give her a sign before she leaves. Then it happened. A star shone above her with such radiance that its light was glaring and luminous that even outshone the moon itself. The corners of her lips turned upwards as she looked back down and started to go down the hill.
We shall meet again, my beloved Gilbert. Under the dazzling light of Sirius.
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The Battlefield Within Me & Out
Poetry✫彡 Poetry, Excerpts & Short Stories ✫彡 bat·tle·field /ˈbadlˌfēld/ - a noun which is defined as the piece of ground on which a battle is or was fought. - also defines as a place or situation of strife or conflict.
