A Sunless Garden.

One last meeting.

A tainted flicker of animosity arose inside of her heart while her eyes welled with colossal tears that magnified her irises. Around her thick sheets of snow fell, gracefully sliding along her shining, apricot hair that was now bleached with a chemical white. Tenderly she raised her crinkled fingertips endlessly towards his ghostly cheek, as she did so her other arm placed itself on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes and noticed with finality his deep, washed smile as she did so slow gentle tears tortured his inexperienced lips. In his eyes she found her saviour for they weren’t just deep they were full, it felt like in those eyes she could look at them and each time she could discover something new, a new layer of colour, a new layer of thought or a new layer of reflection.

In the inked dome of star lit sky, colours roamed in careless vapours, flickering joyously enticing the people below into the web of enjoyment and cascade of pleasure. Her acute golden hair glimmered with modest deception as she looked with intrigue into his eyes, enchanted with the exotic disproportions of life that twinkled with a bright energy within him.

Painfully he raised his hand to hers resting on the comfort of her presence, his forehead joined with hers. She regretted his presence and cursed his tangibility, hating his reality and his surreal being. Slowly he faded and retreated back through the years of love, one final time, reliving every moment by her side for an external moment. He would always be by her side in this moment she would forever be fixed in this moment, sentenced to serve an eternity by the ghostly shadow of his past. He stepped back and precisely flicked his hair out of his eyes one last time, his fringe falling perfectly back into place. And suddenly the background became the foreground and for the last fleeting second she was with him and then she was not. Sinking to her knees, deep in snow she wept and stroked his marble name for one last time, lingering, before she evacuated back into her desolate future. 

Reviews

[RAOrourke]

I felt this was deeply moving and very descriptive piece of writing. To me it almost flowed like a poem. I thought the second paragraph flowed exremely well. In the first paragraph a few sentences could be structured a little different to allow for a better flow.
"In the inked dome of star lit sky, colours roamed in careless vapours, flickering joyously enticing the people below into the web of enjoyment and cascade of pleasure." I felt this sentence was especially well written. Well done

[Rachelle]

Beyond the tangible - thoughts, memories and wishes. Who we are. What we are. Melancholic and moving. Not a word wasted here. The description was flawless. Kampai!