I still remember…
Her soft welcoming hands that brought life to me.
These joyous recollections of our younger days.
That now rests solemnly as she disappeared.
Memories of us dancing upon the pier.
Perhaps the best of my younger years.
Her beautiful crystal-sea eyes, her luscious blond-and-silver-highlighted hair. A silky texture. And her nice, slim figure.
Aye, I still remember as if it were yesterday.
How many years has it been? Six? Perhaps…
Drifting my eyes away, they had no life left for them to cling to. The tides that only rise minusculely on the Dead Sea horizons. At least that's how it felt for me…
To come up little by little, slowly, even though I knew we were at a dead end, the Dead Sea didn't get its name for no reason, aye?
A fallen, crispy seasonal wind that went away so quickly, sadly becoming a fleeting moment.
Adjacent as the changes came in my life, they seemed to fall like oak leaves switching colors to signify our end was near.
Closing my eyes once more, sinking, shuttering, and finally, shut.
Oh Elizabeth, where did you run off to?
I thought that if I kept changing myself, trying to transform myself into your perfect ideal depiction, that I could finally have you in the end.
Oh, was I sadly mistaken…
And oh so much I dearly loved fall. After we drifted apart, I could only bear to smile within winter. Cold isn't it?
Her hands that brought me warmth only turned me from feeling lively to feeling a corpse.
What was that thing people nowadays used to say? "Appearance isn't everything". Or was it looks? Ah, who cares.
I can still feel my rage unyielding, thinking back to when she told me of all her lies at the pier.
Even though that's where our ship sailed.
Oh Elizabeth, how could you…
Not everybody can get a happy ending it seems.
Life truly is unfair isn't it, sport?
You know, how could I, somebody like me, hope to get a Beauty and the Beast finale?
Even with all this in mind, I still wish I could continue to hold her for just a tad bit longer.
Like when we used to, sitting on this nice old antique rosary couch. Cuddling, and enjoying each other's presence.
Talks of our future, laughing and giggling.
While watching our shows like old times.
Now, I'm all alone.
Once again…
Was it her voice that entranced me? And even so, now that I hate it, I can't deny that her voice was probably the best of her.
It was as if I was listening to my mother sing me my nightly lullabies from my childhood days.
Angelic, perhaps? Ew. I can't give her such a luxury as of now.
With this flasked book covering my face as I lay back upon this regrettable mark of our time washing over me.
Huh? Flasked? What an annoyance. Should I say blasted book instead? As it's a remembrance of our times only in written form.
As I'm still here, my eyes are still closed.
The start of it all?
Heh, I don't know if I wanna go that far back, you know?
It's just a young man's recollections of the past.
But, uh, since you're already here, I might as well start from the beginning, when I was so naive.
Laughable, now that I think about it. Let's go take a trip to the past…