Dream Threads

"The silhouette was staring at me, I tried to speak but I was paralyzed." I knew who it was. It was her. I reached out, my blood was poison, it had poisoned her. I reached out again, but my mouth was useless. It was stitched together, bound by the silence that had killed us both. My throat was clogged with fear, unbroken and unbreakable diamonds froze my tongue. My voice was shattered by memory. She stepped into the light, but I could only see her eyes. God, those eyes. I would've fought the stars and gutted the moon to see those eyes again. But now it felt wrong, I knew, somehow, that she wasn't really looking at me. I wanted so much to kiss her, to feel something on my lips again, even if it was only the pale grayness of death. It felt like I was walking towards her, like I was trying to help her find her way back into a world where she still existed. I would follow her there. Did she know that? How could I tell her that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore? She looked so young. It was as if time had stood still for her. What did I look like to her? Now, after all these eons. Had she missed me? When I made an effort to speak again it came out like a bellowing screech. My hands wrapped around my throat. This was awful, it was a nightmare. Still, trapped here, in this nightmare with her, was better than my reality. No words erupted from her. Her blank stare pained me, a knife in a stomach. I could feel this wound in my heart that cut into the very fabric of my soul. I could feel myself waking up. I fought against it with all my spirit. I knew it was useless, and I sensed she knew it too.  Her eyes went down, and I knew it was over. "She would never grow up, never kiss a boy, never grow old with me."