Only a Dream Away

Some fiction is far-fetched. Mine is only a dream away from reality. And if it feels real, is it not real to us?

I met this couple in a café.  A beautiful young woman-long, wavy brown hair, piercing green eyes, fair skin-who appeared intelligent met her handsome, mysterious love at a table by the window. 

 

I could feel the yearning love between them.  This particular type of love hurt even from the outside.  It was the type of love that one could feel deep, deep inside the heart.  The love that sits in the pit of the stomach.  It's constantly moving, growing and needing. That's what they had.  And I was about to learn why. 

 

They were hand-in-hand as they talked quietly.  The whispers only made their love seem more challenging.  Something wasn't perfect.  Something was coming between them.  

 

I could tell by their body language that it was the mysterious man causing the tension, causing the love to be strained.  For even the deepest, most painful love can be strained. 

 

He was a monster. I didn't know this immediately. If I had, I would've left them be as soon as I met them. He had killed, hurt others without the intention of hurting. He knew she was next, and he was there to warn her. The love in her eyes only grew, though. But her heart broke in front of him, behind the closed doors of her chest. 

 

He told her what she had to do. She already knew.

 

It happened right in front of me. He turned.  The love never left, though. It never left her eyes; it never left the monster's face.

 

But he's a killer.

 

She slowly acted.  There was no sense of urgency to destroy him.  I had that sense of urgency; of course, this was not my life.  I was only an outsider. 

 

She slowly and kindly wrapped his monstrous face with all the love in the world. 

 

The life left his eyes.  The love never did.   

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

strange, surreal story....

[Quoting Ravens]

The repetition kind of catches me odd, but still a great piece. Could there be more to it?

[BayWifey09]

Repetition has always been my downfall. I'm working on it, but also trying to turn it into something bc it seems to be part of what identifies me.
There will be more. This is a first draft of something I started and finished in about 10 minutes.
Thanks for the review!

[Quoting Ravens]

repetition could be a very nifty tool if you find a way to make it flow properly. I look forward to reading more