as i sit in his lap, the sound of his heartbeat rining in my ears and the sound of the trees as the wind flourishes around them. the autum leaves lay on the gorund surrounding the woods we sit in, snow now starting to fall. the sweet scent of memory in my nose. i notice a tall figure standing under the small foot bridge. he was a slender man, about 6 foot tall. he slowly walked towards us in an enchanting manner, starting to move faster with every step. i see something small and silver in his hand, it shines in the dayligt sun. i feel a sence of danger around me, i try to talk but my mouth wont move as i am frozen in fear at the realisation that the beautiful silver object he hold in his right hand is a knife. the boy i sit with is unaware of his presence and contineuse to watch the clouds go by, a small smile across his face as he lovingly pulls me in closer. the slender figure stays black in the sunlight as i look back at him, now running at me and the boy i so dearly loved. egar to protect him i try to move, to say something, to point out the danger but i am still unable to move, i feel paralysed and numb. the figure stands tall over us, knife in hand. a face of sheer envy and bitterness. the boy i sit with pauses as does the clouds, the wind, and the figure. time itself has come to a standstill. everything brcomes fuzzy.
i wake up im a pool of my own sweat, realising this was all a dream. as i sit and try to place tooether the dream i realise that the boy i love is no longer who he was, that sweet scent was infact the scent of the past and what once was is no more. i come to the realisation that the tall slender figure was infact the embodyment of my fear itself; abandonment, heart break, and forgetting. the boy i loved; his voice no longer memorable, his eyes no longer imagineable in my brain. his soothing scent no longer in my life, nor the rythem of his heartbeat. this dream wasnt a dream at all but infact a wakeup call. i am alone, with no one to talk to. his arrogance has driven away those i hold close to me and i will forever be left with the trace of him in my life. while i have no fabric proof
