Scenes From A Memory

Crimson Skies

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Your POV~

  Disassembling your AK47 (my dream gun), you carefully slipped the seperate parts into its designated place. After rolling the cloth, sliding it into a duffel bag for safekeeping, then hiding the black duffel under your bed, you walked over to the your coffee table and flopped onto the black swirly chair and in front of your black laptop. You really had loved the color. It wasn't that you were a  goth or anything, but you've always been strangely fond of the dark hue and had admired how it could make anything seem so elegant, though it still wasn't the one you admired the most. There was another hue that you had revered. A flash of the clearest blue danced across your eyes as you remembered an image of his. Your mind pulled the shabby memories from the darkest corner of your mind where you had hid all that you remembered of him. You closed your eyes and let time flow back. The memory that your scumbag mind had chosen was the most significant. It was the most joyful, yet most horribly filled with anguish and despair. You felt a sudden wave of emulation and wistfulness as you remembered how that night started— how his translucent orbs seemed even more hypnotizing the longer you looked into them. You both came here to go stargazing, but his eyes had seemed so beautiful that you hadn't even spared a single thought to the constellations which hung in the dark night sky. Their glow seemed to pale in comparison to the radiant luminescence which lingered before your vision. The memory sped up to what happened later that night. As both of you gazed into  the endless sky, you laced your hands with his. You were so afraid to let go.... but at that time, you thought that you wouldn't ever have to. He took you in his arms and gently stroked your hair. It had felt nice, just sitting there in the moonlight with him. Unfortunately, time had still passed and the clock kept on ticking. You had fallen asleep in his arms, thinking about those clear blue orbs, expecting them to be the first thing you'll see in the morning, gazing at you with a deep affection, the sky, in the background as clear and translucent as his eyes. 

  You stirred in your sleep, gradually woken up by the sound of something moving. What could have possibly been so loud as to be able to have woken you?, you pondered, switching to one side, to get ting a more comfortable position, in a hopeless attempt  to get back to sleep. You only peeped through your thick lashes when you heard the sound getting louder... or rather... closer. Your  confusion lingered in the air as you ttried to figure out what was going on. You felt.... a rough calloused hand caress your face and the other run through your hair. "Morning, soldier" you giggled. You opened you eyes to gaze into another set of translucent orbs, but not the clear blue ones you had grown accustomed to. No, these eyes were the horrifying color of blood. Staring into them, you let your own eyes widen in fear. You struggled tried to struggle in his firm grip. Your eyes searched around his face. This man looked exactly like your lover, though he couldn't have possibly been. He would've never hurt you.