Shortness, character deathPairing:
Don't own anything except for my stories.Summary:
Both lived in a world where they knew when to die.Comment:
Done for one of my classes in uni. Ah, it's not much of a bad charrie death, I was even able to show this to my mother *le gasp!* and she said it was okay. So... yeah LOL xDD Prompt is Nara
by E.S. Posthumus
We walked along the shoreline, stopping just before the waves crashed against our bare feet. The soft brush of the wind felt good against our skin, for you I could only guess, as it pushed through the thin material of our clothing. I looked down on our reflection on the clear water – you, beautiful as ever, though your face was tinged with a hint of sadness, fear. And before the image manifested on the fluid mirror, warmth had already enveloped my hand, warmth belonging to your hands. With a woeful smile you pulled me, and in your silence, lips pursed still, you told me to watch.
I could only watch as you sway your body to the rhythm of the sea, of the birds singing, and of the beating of my own heart. Your eyes, black piercing against the blue, blue sky, looked at me with conviction, washing away all the traces of dread as you continued to dance. I would have smiled, but you stopped as the waters roared, and fear was back again.
You ran, but your movements were not random but calculated, heartfelt steps of an artist. I ran after you and tried to reach your hand, but it was as if a barrier built up around you and forced me to simply watch as you continue your graceful motion. And there I was, standing still; the only comfort I could give was my presence.
Finally you stopped, and held out your hand. ‘Come closer,’ you said with your eyes then sat down on the soft, snow white sand. At the moment I sat next to you, you lolled your head against my shoulder, simply breathing in exhaustion silently. You were wonderful. You always have been. However the smile that spread across my lips as I admired your magnificence was so bitter I could taste it at the back of my throat. And I could only hold your hand as tightly as you held mine.
And you fell silent.
Everything fell into silence.