The Dreamer And Her Starry-Eyed Dream (2).
Days, turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months. She stayed curled in that rust couch, waiting for her starry-eyed lover to come back. Every day, there was a new crack in her heart, that she’d fill. She no longer liked the rain, or night, or any moment she’d have to spend alone, because they were plagued with the memories that she couldn’t bear to separate from.
One dark night, there was a knock on her door, and liquid night seeped in from the crack of the door. In a matter of seconds, a creature so impeccable, yet hideous, stood in front of her that she was speechless, mainly because she wasn’t sure if this was reality, or another twisted game her mind was playing on her. The creature stared at her for a long while, taking in her frail body, her red rimmed eyes, and the unmistakable signs of numerous sleepless nights her eyes portrayed.
That night, she came across the biggest decision of her life; one chance to change the last days she had left in this world. A chance to forget every single moment of the past, and build new ones from what she has left.
She abhorred the thought of being separated from the memories of those starry eyes, but she still begged that creature to take them all away, all the pain, the longing, every trace of him.
The sun’s rays shone on her face, waking her from what seemed to be a very long slumber. She stood from the rust couch, which had somehow turned into her bed, and moved towards the window. As she saw the first drops of rain fall on the green grass, the shadow of a smile graced her lips after months. She found herself walking out, almost as if she’d find someone as she opens the door, but there was no one there.
Exactly, 15 days after that, on a day commemorating 35 years spent together by two souls who found their home in each other, our dreamer found herself taking her last breaths. These 15 days seemed to be some of the happiest she’d lived, but there was always something missing in those days. A void she couldn’t seem to fill, as if there was something she knew she was supposed to miss, something she was supposed to long for, something she was supposed to crave, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. As she began to close her eyes, for them to never open again, she saw stars so beautiful, that if she was standing, she’d feel the floor slip from underneath her, and in that moment, she saw a picture, with two young lives, on a rainy day, with clouds painted with the most perfect shade of charcoal, creating a destination for themselves, and she knew that what she longed for was at long last there.
