Post by Aeron De Lestra on Jun 25, 2008 4:55:38 GMT -5
Aeron held her hand in all tenderness, knelt beside the bed where she lay. He gazed at her as though he had set his eyes upon an angel. Days kept passing but still she slept, no sign of waking, just silent uninterrupted slumber. Despite her condition, his spirits had not been higher in years. She was with him and that was all he could ever ask for.
Quietly, he climbed to his feet, as if her were afraid of waking her. This he knew was foolish, seeing as how he wished that she would awaken. He sat gently down beside her on the edge of the bed, watching over her just as he promised he would. He was almost amazed at just how truly beautiful she looked, peacefully lost in the realm of dreams. Taking her hand into his own once more, he let out a bit of a sigh.
"I need you here," he said in barely a whisper. He placed a sweet kiss onto her hand before laying it softly back down onto the bed. His gaze shifted to the withered rose in the vase beside the bed. That night had replayed over in his mind many times, but now it seemed so close to him that it felt like it were only yesterday. His eyes shifted their glance once again but this time they fell upon a good friend.
In one fluid motion, he jumped up from the bed, strided across the room and took his violin up into his grasp. He turned back to face her, almost as if he were expecting her to be sitting there, watching him back with that gorgeous smile on her face.
"I don't know if you can hear me," he began as he walked slowly back to the bed and sat down once more. "But if by some fortunate chance you can, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything you've had to go through because of me. I let my selfish wants get in the way of what truly mattered."
He felt tears forming within his amethyst eyes, but he didn't let them fall. He hated himself for tainting something so pure. He hated himself for taking away something that was so precious. He hated himself for taking her innocence and distorting it into something that was truly twisted.
"All I wanted was some way to keep you with me, but I should have known," Resting his violin onto his lap, he lovingly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Angels should never dwell where devils roam."
A moment of silence passed, and he hoped by some miracle that she would awaken, but still she laid there motionlessly. He stood quickly again, taking his violin in hand once more. He cleared his throat a bit loudly as he backed a few inches away from the bed.
"You used to tell me how much you loved listening to me play," he said, trying his best to work up a small smile. "If I were to play now, I wonder if you would hear it. Probably not, but all the same, I would still like to play for you. There's one song in particular that I played when I longed for nothing more but to find you. I think you might enjoy it."
With this, he placed the violin under his chin and proceeded in pulling the bow over the strings. The melody that rang out into the room was hauntingly beautiful. As he continued, he put so much passion into his music that you could hear his melancholoy and longing on the strings of the violin.
"Who can say for certain
Maybe you’re still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You’re still an inspiration
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away"
He stopped almost abruptly in his playing due to a surprising sound. Almost unsure of whether he'd actually heard it or not, he stood and waited, listening to every little sound around him.
Quietly, he climbed to his feet, as if her were afraid of waking her. This he knew was foolish, seeing as how he wished that she would awaken. He sat gently down beside her on the edge of the bed, watching over her just as he promised he would. He was almost amazed at just how truly beautiful she looked, peacefully lost in the realm of dreams. Taking her hand into his own once more, he let out a bit of a sigh.
"I need you here," he said in barely a whisper. He placed a sweet kiss onto her hand before laying it softly back down onto the bed. His gaze shifted to the withered rose in the vase beside the bed. That night had replayed over in his mind many times, but now it seemed so close to him that it felt like it were only yesterday. His eyes shifted their glance once again but this time they fell upon a good friend.
In one fluid motion, he jumped up from the bed, strided across the room and took his violin up into his grasp. He turned back to face her, almost as if he were expecting her to be sitting there, watching him back with that gorgeous smile on her face.
"I don't know if you can hear me," he began as he walked slowly back to the bed and sat down once more. "But if by some fortunate chance you can, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything you've had to go through because of me. I let my selfish wants get in the way of what truly mattered."
He felt tears forming within his amethyst eyes, but he didn't let them fall. He hated himself for tainting something so pure. He hated himself for taking away something that was so precious. He hated himself for taking her innocence and distorting it into something that was truly twisted.
"All I wanted was some way to keep you with me, but I should have known," Resting his violin onto his lap, he lovingly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Angels should never dwell where devils roam."
A moment of silence passed, and he hoped by some miracle that she would awaken, but still she laid there motionlessly. He stood quickly again, taking his violin in hand once more. He cleared his throat a bit loudly as he backed a few inches away from the bed.
"You used to tell me how much you loved listening to me play," he said, trying his best to work up a small smile. "If I were to play now, I wonder if you would hear it. Probably not, but all the same, I would still like to play for you. There's one song in particular that I played when I longed for nothing more but to find you. I think you might enjoy it."
With this, he placed the violin under his chin and proceeded in pulling the bow over the strings. The melody that rang out into the room was hauntingly beautiful. As he continued, he put so much passion into his music that you could hear his melancholoy and longing on the strings of the violin.
"Who can say for certain
Maybe you’re still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You’re still an inspiration
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away"
He stopped almost abruptly in his playing due to a surprising sound. Almost unsure of whether he'd actually heard it or not, he stood and waited, listening to every little sound around him.