Thursday, January 11, 2007

Eighth World Wonder *

There was fog all around, a thick and heavy mass covered them up, making the atmosphere somehow illusionary.
Ifee thought for a second that heaven should be just like that: blurry with such blessings all over her skin.
"Is that what it feels to be in the clouds?" she whispered to herself.

She has been there sometimes on sunny days, and the difference was beyond belief. Funny how the weather can be bipolar.
She thought about this opportunity they are missing, and wanted to feel sorry for him, but the opacity of the air pleased her in a way she couldn't quite understand. Maybe because it made her tears diaphanous...
Numbness gained her heart progressively while the pain decreased to a point where she couldn't even feel her own self.

She brought him over there because she knew how important it was for him. Since the beginning she has always tried to offer him nothing but happiness. "Pure" is how he defined her. Somehow she felt like she had failed.

Keith, the photographer, came all this way to take pictures of the panorama everybody has told him about.
But today, the mountains refused him their beauty, just like she refused him her love last night.
This was an unfortunate situation, though Keith didn't go through all this adventure to resign himself to disappointment:
he decided to capture this emptiness. Life is not quite about expectations, he opined, reality is what makes it real.
He called it "White", and he admired his genius for this proud eccentricity.

Ifee had disappeared. Even the guide's voice faded in the thickness. The last thing he remembered vaguely was his warning about the cliff being particularly hazardous today. He could only imagine how beautifully wide whatever was behind this wall must be... though it remained unknown to him... and scary.
He called out her name, and paused...wasn't she afraid of heights anyway?

-Baby.

She was right behind him.

-You're crying.

He reached her cheek and she shivered at the contact of their skin. And he kissed her.
Time stopped right there. On the top of the world. And for once, they were on the same page.

-I have a gift for you, Ifee.
-Me first.



When she got hers, she cried again. But it was her last tears. He did love her after all. she knew it when she saw her gift tattooed on his dead body. But it was too late. Though she'll live having this compensation.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Call Me Insane,
Call Me Beautiful,

I'll Kiss you Goodbye
And
You'll Love Me [for the rest of our days.]