wahmbulance [Before you read this I strongly recommend that you play this song while reading it, its what inspired me.]
wahmbulance [
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9ornsKCl6U&feature=related ]
Hazel orbs of dulling glow slowly slid open. Gaze casted skyward as the small crystals of rain dripped from the heavens onto her pale features. Figure laid upon the muddy ground, fallen under the attack she had welcomed. Welcomed in the effort to save another.
Everything seemed to move slowly around her. The mad dashes of those near hardly seemed like running but rather something from a movie done to cause a dramatic scene. But this time it was real.
Slowly, eyes blinked, switching the direction of her fading vision upon the one she had protect. A smile struggled to spread across her paling lips that once were as pink as a spring rose.
The distant calling of her name forced a slow drawing of her eyes toward the one leaning over her. How she wanted to raise her hand and sweep away the tears from his eyeslashes. The tears that soon cascaded down his cheek and falling to her face.
'I always promised I'd protect them. Thats all I wanted, for them to live and be happy reguardless of the pain it might cause me. But. . . .' Thoughts ceased for a moment as salty tears formed upon her eyes, slipping to the tips of her eyelashes and finally spilling down through the corner of her eyes. Vision slowly faded into darkness. The memory and image of the crying man above her burned into her soul forever.
"I want to live." She choked out with her last breath. Hardly heared but loud enough to cause the strong male looming over her to cry out, screaming in frustration and agony.
Was it truly so wrong to want to live? To have a desire to stay with those she loved so dearly? She wanted to see them smile, to watch them grow. She wanted to see them love, be loved. Oh how she would give anything to hear them laugh again, to hear them call out her name in happiness rather then sorrow. What she wouldnt give to be able to spend another day with them.
She'd fade from them. Her body would be casted into a coffin, lowered six feet below the ground and become nothing but a passing memory.
Maybe they would remember her when they heard a similiar laugh or when a blonde haired woman slipped passed them in a crowd, adored in the same all knowing smile and hazel gaze of angelic love. Just maybe they would remember to remember her.
It was all she could hope for. After all, to remain in the memories of those we leave behind is to truly never die.
The angels wept, the saints cried. Humans crumbled beneath the pressure of grief. The black ink of death had casted its writing across the scene, engraving in their memories the pain of losing someone so dear. Someone who would only exist in memories, upon a pale stone engraved with her name, and a plot of land that housed her body.
Perhaps they would remember to remember her as the years would pass slowly.
Mistress Chamuel · Fri Feb 29, 2008 @ 01:57am · 0 Comments