He stood by my window, his pearly white hands stretched out, asking for my hand. Take it, his grey eyes seem to whisper to me. Lets get out of this world together. We’ll dive oceans, see bluer skies, taste richer chocolate, see fantasies you can only have by imagining, I can bring it all to you. Take my hand, love, take my hand, he tells me. I’ll show you a place where magic is real, where perfect is certain, where the heroes and villans are obvious, where the good always wins and the ending is always ever after.
She stands by the window, right in front of me. I see the world she lives in- the horror, the pain. I see the politics of good and evil undefined, under trained eyes like mine- I see how people wear masks, living out stories they wished for themselves. I see the dullness in their routines, the unappealing nature in the way the run it, it’s always the same; where’s the excitement? It’s no wonder why they create their own drama’s, their own dilemmas- the only exception is, in mine, the climax always ends and theirs is a never ending process till the day they die. She deserves better. The light behind those blue eyes will fade in time, just like the many others whom I’ve seen. This world is a way too cruel place fior people like her to live in. This world will never understand the uniqueness, the speciality in people like her, they’ll only crush it- turning her into another robot. Another robot chasing after something unattainable- the ending- but in the process, they only get to see the climax. I have to save her. I stretch out my hand. Take my hand, love, take my hand- I tell her.
Time stood still. Together they fell out of the window, leaving. Leaving. Leaving.
aLLy
Author’s note:
I’ve been reading a lot of novels lately, to be honest, I’m finding the world I live in really dull. It’s almost as if nothing appeals to me any longer. I want to live in my books- to have the climax and the ending. In this story, there’s no prize guessing who lives in which reality.
aLLy-K 