Breed Of Emotions

Isn't Me

     I stared at the wooden box on the table. The picture of her was right in front me on the wooden surface. A lamp was the only light source on the room, it had to be exactly the same as last time or it wouldn't work again. I lifted up the picture, the same picture from the last time it worked, everything was now perfect. In the picture was her, my beautiful Molly.

I concentrated, staring intently at her face, she was standing in front of a bed of roses and cherry trees. Everything about the picture screamed beauty and perfection. Everything to her flawless hair, to the greenery that surrounded her was undeniably perfect...she died around two years ago.

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the soft couch, waiting for it to happen again.

The room flooded with the smell of her, this was as close as she had gotten the very first time this happened. Every time I opened my eyes, it would all go away. But right then, it continued, progressing even further than last time. I heard footsteps down my hallway, then the weight of someone on the couch next to me. This time I would keep my eyes closed, no matter what.

Molly was here, next to me, holding my hand as gently as she did when she was alive. I began shaking, struggling to keep my eyes closed, foolishly believing I could do so forever. Anything to stay with her longer.

Then, I heard Molly's voice screaming, as if she was miles away from me.

"Open your eyes!"

My smile curled downwards to a frown, my eyebrows furrowed as well.

"Open your eyes Max, that isn't me!" Screamed her voice from the great beyond.

I opened my eyes, and shrieked.