Buried in your Heart

Vincent - Blonde Beauty

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For my sisters, with all my heart 

I slowly pried my eyes open with immense force as I discovered that I had been languidly laying on the pavement of a bustling New York City. To my right, I saw a pair of short, portly legs in stilettos striding towards me, completely defying inertia. Hmm, she needs to lose weight, but there is something more crucial that I must attend to. My eyes widened in trepidation as the needle-like heels drew perilously nearer to my face. Like a bat out of hell, I steered away, gasping simultaneously. And then, without warning, a middle-aged bald man walked right through me from my back. I led out a huge gasp and quickly turned my head around. What the hell is happening? I shook my head while wearing a flustered frown. And then, awareness kicked in, just in time for a precise dive away from an oncoming woman who was classily clad in a bodycon dress.

Ah, yes, I am dead. When exactly did I die? Not so sure. Okay, at least I know my name is Vincent. Vincent what? My surname starts with a 'W', I think. Oh, that's it. Whetherby. Vincent Whetherby. I need to stop forgetting every little detail or I would lose myself entirely. I decided to traipse the pavement, more determined in focusing on myself first. While burying my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket, I tried to bethink my identity. I mentally visualized an information sheet with particulars to be filled. Name: Vincent Whetherby. Age: 21. Birthday: 19th December 1993. Death day: _____, _____, 2014. No matter how hard I wrecked my brain, I could not possibly come up with any precise date that I became a transluent resident of Earth. I had to waive my endeavors temporarily, but not when I found the right one who could free me from the pertubing world I am trapped in.

Even as the days passed, I find myself clad in the same old jet black leather jacket that has seasoned from persistent usage. My jeans were ripped and obstinately clinging onto my legs. I still looked good, I guess. As I stroke my face, I brushed against my well-defined structure of a sharp jawline and a straight, slope-like nose. Man, I looked dangerously sexy. Any woman would still want me, dead or alive. If only I could see myself in a mirror. Ah, but I am dead and cold. As I ran my blue, bruised fingers through my hair, I came into contact with velvety strands, very much like the rolling waves of the Pacific. Wearing the grin that would beckon any damsel that crossed my path, I crossed the street with my grey eyes rolling left and right leisurely. As I peered at my shoulders, my eyes trailed the edges of my body. Even in that leather jacket, I could visually illustrate the masterpiece beneath. I was a fucking sex bomb. Lean muscles, abs and wonderfully toned legs. Wow. Who could have possibly looked this good being dead? I shook my head with a mischievous smile.

After what seemed like a minute, I felt sorrow clinging onto my throat, threatening to spill out in the form of a despairing sigh. I couldn't appreciate the way I was while I was alive. Now, I am being constantly reminded of what I lost. What made this realization worse was that I am living in timelessness. I had to estimate time like how it was in the mortal world. After all, I am living in the mortal world, just that I am a lost soul. I licked my dry grey lips. Man, the chilly wind is something I wanted to feel for an eternity. I saw living people yanking their coats closer to their warm bodies. I missed that.

Just diagonally across was a river, now a frozen sheet of ice. Along the bed of icy waters, a little white kitten strolled, its green eyes in fervent search for its lost mother, I reckon. An affectionate smile crept my lips as the kitten looked straight into my lifeless eyes, silently purring its impassioned pleas. With a wave of my hand, another bigger cat lurched towards the kitten, licking its fur with all the love it could afford. After which, both cats thanked me with almost teary gazes. At least animals could communicate with me. Humans could not look at me like animals could. Maybe that is why animals are prohibited from speaking in a comprehensive, common language known to all forms of life. Perhaps this was what the Gargoyles were spouting about before the gates closed, leaving me helplessly..

Unanticipatingly, I led out a colossal gasp, and for the first time in forever, I swear I felt a throb in the vein of my arm. Am I dreaming or... before I could scrutinize the conspicuous blue vein, I looked up to see the most pulchritudinous girl I have ever set my eyes on. For once, there was a birth of life in my eyes. My surroundings-even she started to move in slow-motion. "I just called to say I love you" played in the back of my head, which swam in romantic circles. My transfixed eyes zoomed in into the statuesque woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was flying in the air as a result of her passing through my body. Her beautiful mouth that had baby pink gloss slapped on was parted in a shocked gasp. Those eyes; they were resplendent oceans of a light blue with tides of navy stretching from the pupils. Her eyelashes were like a painter's brush, thick, dark-hued, except that they curved exquisitely at the ends. Her nose was small, narrow and straight. How old is she? By judging her overall petite being, I would hazard that she was about nineteen or so. An exotic young woman. The bag that was still flying slowly in the air was from Cotton On. Ah, cheap, but that did not matter one bit as my eyes wandered to her apparel. She was clad in a maroon sweatshirt and... yoga pants? Not the most felicitous choice of clothing, but considering the frosty wind, this outfit instantly became unobjectionable. Her impeccably shaped brows were raised alarmingly. Ah, what a beauty.

Wait. She's alarmed. Why? I looked around searchingly, hoping that I would find someone else close by. No. No one else. The closest signs of mankind were at least ten feet away. It was just me and this gorgeous young lady in this little space. Hang on a second, does that mean that she actually...

"What the... OH. MY. GOD. I'M... OH MY..." she stuttered in-between short, petrified pants. She immediately tore her eyes away from me, quickly taking off towards a dark alley close by like a bullet. God, she looked so angelic even while she ran that swiftly in fear.

I tried to move away but failed after several attempts. That girl; she efficaciously stopped me dead in my tracks and did not even bother apologizing for committing an irreversible larceny of my sanity. Yeah, she definitely spotted and felt me. She was looking at nobody else. That effectively explains why she was so terrified. I don't know what she felt in me, but I experienced a familiar world in her.

She was filled with immense pain of... dereliction. That indubitabily felt familar. Tormenting whirlpools of solitariness and skepticism were present in her soul. The smile on my lips died down slowly as I recollected the emotions that were battling in that virtuous body. But there was one more pivotal thing I felt in her. Hope. There was a hint of ecstasy and liberation that were buried deep beneath her skin and disparity. I had to have her, but she is alive and I am... dead.