.:Deceitful Illusion:. [FANFICTION]
Chapter:1
NOTE:ORIGINAL TITLE WAS AN ANGEL'S TEARS
An Angel’s Tears: Memories
'When is an angel not an angel....when is a demon not a demon?'
A muscular figure sat upon the marble floor as the soft clipping of footsteps came up from behind and stopped, a shadowed figure casted over him. He knew who it was and froze as he heard her soft beautiful voice.
“Why are you here?” her voice so flat and emotionless.
He sat there in silence as a soft hand slid onto his face. He turned, but not wanting to see her pain. He then stood and clutched his hand on her waist and laid her head upon his chest. His arms carefully wrapped around her and sighed, lowering his head down and enjoying the sensation of her slender shoulder. Hours passed like this never leaving her. Soon he noticed that he was only grasping the air…for she was gone. It had only been a memory longing to return to reality. Then he left from the place where he once held her and returned to where he belonged. He laid in his untouched bed and fell into a deep sleep.
‘Dream’
The rain drizzled down upon the figure that stood on the edge of the cliff. She watched the waves smash against the rocks, and then turned to meet the gaze of the one who loved her so dearly. He looked deep into her eyes from a distance as he tried to find reason in her. Her eyes held no emotions and she just simply smiled. He then studied her body, noticing her once white gown filled with her blood. Then and there he knew she was dieing. But she didn’t care and just smiled at him one last time as she fell into the diamond-covered sea. He watched her fall like an angel who had lost her way as her body hit the sea that filled up with her blood, glimmering like a red sea. Hoping that her body would rise from the depths of the ocean…but it never did.
‘End Dream’
A thousand years had passed since the hateful day. Everything had been forgotten and sealed within the memories of the reincarnations. A young man sat in his wooden seat and wrote in his notebook as he ignored his teacher’s boring lecture.
Notebook:
For every drop of blood that spills into the ocean is a reminder of you.
You were all to me that was ever true.
You linger in my mind possessively.
You made me who I am that I knew.
You drove me insane and I knew you would.
How much I loved you, but that you did not know.
No one knew the pain in your heart…..all they saw was the darkness you impart.
I knew that I could never appease you or overcome your sadness from all the lies.
But all I knew was the relentless devotion to be by your side.
I saw the longing in his eyes, the obsession and love in his eyes I he stared at your face. You loved him and he loved you…..I loved you, but you did not love me…because I never told you how I truly felt about--
Suddenly the teacher called his name as he stopped writing in the notebook. She wanted an explanation for his behavior, but all he did was ponder in his mind on what could have possessed him to write such a thing.
