Sunday, March 1, 2009


"I try to tell them about you."

He laughs--a refreshing laugh that rings long in her ears. "I know," he says.

"They don't believe me."

"I know that, too."

"You are... very observant, are you not?" She struggles to find the right words.

His so very blue eyes, as varying as the ever-changing colors of the Northern Light and as deep indeed as Tartarus itself, sparkle mysteriously. "You can say that."

"How is it so? I do not see you in the daytime. Only here, at night, can I see you."

"I am not visible to them," he replies. "Only to you."

She tries to understand, but finds that it is a futile effort and stops. "I want everyone to see you. To see how great and amazing you are."

A sudden melancholy blankness lights in his so very blue eyes that indeed can look through her own soul, but it disappears in a second. "I am not as great and amazing as you say!" he laughs. Then he sobers. "I fear, Sonya, that I will not be able to stay here any longer."

"Why not?" She asks, alarmed.

"You are growing up, Sonya," he says with a fond smile. "Soon you shall not need me."

"I shall always need you!" she cries, but oh, that spiteful doubting voice speaks its protests!

His oh so very beautiful eyes dull to near greyness, and his very body begins to fade. "Sonya..." Even his voice has begun to wilter. "I hope that you may always remember me, my dear one. I'm sorry. I love you. Good-bye, my dearest Sonya."

The words do not come as easily anymore. She tries to scream but finds that her voice has left her, just as he has left her--oh, how such a thought disrupts her very mind, her body, her sense! Such a painful yet numb feeling. She feels as though she has lost one of her own limbs.

The tears keep flowing and she can't stop, but she doesn't want to.


He, the boy; she, the girl.

He loves her; she loves him.

She is such a fool.

How can one love a dream?


"We're losing her! Quickly!"

"Hurry! Her blood pressure's rapidly dropping!"

"It's not working! Doctor!"

"Doctor! What shall we do?"

"... Too late, everyone. It's too late..."


I'm calling out to you, my love, so why aren't you answering? Please answer. I'm so lonely here without you...


I do not know what prompted this. Imaginary, for an imaginary friend, I suppose. Ugh. Far too angsty... but whatever...


  1. I love this.
    Angsty is good in small doses.

  2. this is super good. and our newest post, you say you aren't romantic but girl what do you call this?? This is true love (a la edward and bella).