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| Echoes of the Past | |||||||||||||
| There stood the young woman he remembered so well, the mysterious woman with dark brown hair and those haunting blue eyes. She stood staring out from the balcony of her old room that had newly gone into disregard, dust, dirt, and broken furniture everywhere. Her eyes -- the eyes that once filled men's hearts with lust and excitement -- were now sunken in their sockets, dull with dark circles around them from lack of sleep, food, and care. They searched out the window that once brought her happy memories and a tear formed. A man behind her -- dressed in rich and elegant clothing -- sat on the bed with a young child in his arms. He was making cooing noises and gurgles as the baby laughed back at him. | |||||||||||||
| She didn't seem like the same woman she once had been. Her skin seemed to hang off her bones, she was weak, thin, and had no more life or personality. Her clothes were tattered, dirty, and were oversized. Looking back at the man at the bed, she smiled letting another tear slide slowly down her cheek. He didn't notice her turn back to the railing, climb with difficulty onto it, grasping on with her long toes, and hold her arms outstretched beside her. He didn't see her carefully turn around, facing the inside of the room so she wouldn't see the vast space behind her, with nothing but air all the way to the ground. | |||||||||||||
| He didn't notice her at all until she had leaned backwards and let herself drift almost gracefully over the edge of the balcony. | |||||||||||||
| There was no sound as he stood and reached out for her, too late to do anything but run to the balcony and watch her fall. | |||||||||||||
| Time slowed as she fell. The wind seemed to hold her, welcome her, and guide her to the ground in a wistful way. Her hair flew out beside her face, gently whipping her cheeks and nose. Her eyes were watching the balcony and the man flow smoothly away, growing smaller in each second, his face twisting into a saddened stare that was almost understanding. She blinked, her hair flew in front of her face, and suddenly her image -- her once angelic face full of wonder and beauty -- returned to its original state, her eyes flashing like the cold blue waves of the ocean. | |||||||||||||
| The background strangely became black; everything disappeared except the beautiful woman. Her hair and clothes were still moving as if she were continuing her descent to death, but nothing rose to meet behind her. Her expression was peaceful. She reached out and whispered, yet the sound seemed distant. | |||||||||||||
| "Cuiva rinalle, Aidan. Cuiva rinalle." | |||||||||||||
| Aidan awoke, sitting up suddenly, confused about his dream. He remembered this girl from his dreams before. She was usually very beautiful, and had often dreamt of holding her and having sex with her, but this was different. His dreams of her had usually ended like a memory, with some certain closure to it. They had never faded to black like in a movie before. And she had never called out to him. And what was that she'd said? Cuiva rinalle, whatever that meant. | |||||||||||||
| He shrugged, lying back down on his side hoping to go back to sleep. | |||||||||||||
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| Not long after, a few miles away, the sun kissed the roof of a quiet little house that had gone slightly into disrepair, slowly spreading its light over the surrounding yard. The house was very ordinary, tiny, rectangular, one floor, with five rooms and a garage. It had a dull gray roof, gray green siding, and almost all the trim was a deep brown. One set of shutters, however, was painted black and closed shut unlike all the rest. | |||||||||||||
| A figure dressed in dark jeans, a black leather jacket, black heavy-duty boots, and a dark helmet, stepped out of the wood brown door, locked it, and walked up the path to the motorbike parked by the broken down fence. The figure's helmet gleamed in the light as it sat on the bike, threw a bag over the back and kick started the bike. Quickly checking the road, the bike sped off into the distance. | |||||||||||||
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| On to the next chapter! I've had enough. |
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