Perfect stance, fragile beauty, plastered smile,
She puts on her show with emotions set aside.
From passion to duty, from duty to slavery,
She performs, dancing to the tunes of music.

Slouch movements copying her graceful ones,
She watches as the little one yearns to be her.
Memories flooding, the scenario replaying,
She remembers holding that innocent gaze.

Child, she imagined being the queen of swans;
Even she had been mesmerized by Odette.
Now, frozen in time, the spell had worn off:
Odile’s deception was more apparent that ever.

The last notes playing, her tempo decreasing,
The curse forces her into painful submission.
Back to dreamless sleep she is compelled to go
Until another unlucky soul turns the key again.

Tiny hands flicking the key to the box of music,
Wishful eyes dream of what possibly can’t be.
A light hearted melody, an enchanting power,
The little porcelain doll is once more freed.

Knowing that a full-proof plan was needed, for, of course, we were going to be bombarded with questions about the why and stuff. The best strategy needed to be adapted to get past the barriers our supermoms created, and after dropping clever hints for months and crafting the perfect reasons, we decided to present our cases to our mothers. We almost jumped in joy when we heard the oh-so-awaited “yes” uttered by our mothers! We had wanted this for a long time, but somehow everything was rushed. The previous week, I told the girls that they could come whenever they want, and suddenly, Wednesday arrived, with me hurrying to go meet them.

It was decided to meet in town first, for a trip to the beauty salon (yes, it would seem in the past months our feminine side had been awakened). A quick remake of “The Grudge” (with Nus in the main role) later, we finally made way for Nus’s place where what would be the craziest day of our life would soon begin! Lying on the sofa bed which since 2007 has been witnessing our girly meetings, with Nus’ feet somewhere where they shouldn’t have been, we started playing our favourite Top 5 game, which somehow switched from Top 5 to Top Worst and vice versa, as per the whims of the ‘not-so-womanly woman of the house’.

The Nus

But doing the same things over and over again do tend to be tiring, no matter how fun they are. Five cards later, we were under the blankets, talking about god-knows-what, until we fell on my “cute perfumed diary” as Sayuka so perfectly described in 2002. No need to say that what was written in it was mostly embarrassing for Sayuka and G. We really were dying of laughter as we went through the pages… 2002 was the year Sayuka, G. and I met, though I doubt we’ll ever remember how Sayuka and I met really. However, if there’s something we’re not likely to forget, it’s how we practically hated each other. And the not-so-perfected sarcastic tone of Sayuka’s note just reminded us of that time, upon which, we laughed even more.

The Revelation

After taking a break for some calorie intake, we continued till the very last page, reading out the very limited intellectual abilities of us kids when we were 12 years old. G couldn’t stay for the night, so she went home at about 3, promising to comeback the day after.

Huge Calorie Intake

With just the two of us alone now, Nus and I decided to continue talking, jumping, as was our habit, from one subject to the next, till we were called for dinner. After which, back upstairs, tucked under the blanket again, we decided to watch an old Olsen Twins movie. Movie time was also cuddling time, as I soon learned; for as soon as Nus didn’t want to continue watching the screen, she snuggled teasingly against me, which earned her a good deal of “Leave Me alone” and slaps. But soon, we grew tired of the movie, and stopped watching altogether, going back to discussing matters that were worrying us. It was the time for a truly open-hearted conversation, with our feelings and emotions laid bare.

“Hey, let’s get on the bed, okay? We’ll fall asleep here, if that continues,” said Nus, some hour later, eyelids drooping and voice all sleepy. It was true; the demons of sleep were sneaking on us. So we grudgingly went to make the bed and sunk underneath the 4 layers of thick blanket. We were expecting to fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows, but the night was far from over.

From the serious topics on the sofa bed, we indulged in the silliest conversation ever, unable to laugh for everyone was asleep already! We stifled laughter and giggles as each of us added to the silliness of the conversation, so much that the 4 supposedly heavy blankets were flung off us as easily as a simple cover would! A blanket war later, we were left feeling as hot as in summer, suffocating under the blankets. It was time for a change of scenery: off went two of the heaviest blankets. Once again under the covers, we resumed the conversation. It was time for Nussie to feel all affectionate and clingy, sinking low in the bed and snuggling close to me. As I flung off her arms and pushed her unmoving body away, Nus protested in the most innocent manner: “But there’s no room! Don’t push me!” Needless to say there was still half of the bed left on her side, but the little missy’s love was overwhelming and she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, despite my harsh words and kicks and punches! So I gave up, and let her do as she pleased (it was easier to let her do that; for fighting her off made her more clingy -.-)

We soon came to a realization: Nus and I were through and through closet perverts xD. We couldn’t help it! I witnessed a quick parody of “Spiderman” starring Nus, and learned that her legs were in fact a sack of potatoes! So the laughter doubled and the antics intensified, so much that we didn’t see the time pass. A glance at the clock, or more exactly Nus’s phone, told us it was almost 3 in the morning! We decided to have some rest, for we didn’t want to be Zombies and miss the fun the next day!

I remember waking up to my mom opening the door to my room. As per her usual routine, she went to feed the fish and at the same time, stole the empty cookies box which still is lying on my kitchen shelf. My last thought before I fell in deep slumber again was “I can’t believe she’s not banging doors today”, which is part of her daily routine as well. I woke up again to the really loud vibrations of my cellphone. It was G. sending me an sms, telling us that she would be coming at 11.30 a.m. instead of the 10.00 a.m we had agreed to. So far, so good, for I wasn’t sure we would have been ready at 10. I showed Sayuka the message and I think we both fell asleep again, to wake up to the deafening alarm clock of my cellphone. Maybe it was time to wake up after all, but… sleep was the only thing on my mind…

Sayuka, being the most reasonable one, got out of bed immediately. I watched her as she went to and from the connected living room in search of her stuff, not that I could actually see her very clearly. I was without my glasses, very sleepy and half of my face was covered with the blanket. I think she talked to me, but I can’t really remember. It was only when she went to the other room that I decided to get out of sweet heaven as well.

I heard Nus getting out of bed and going to brush her teeth. By that time, I was on her arm chair, watching her goldfish doing their morning gym, feeling very sleepy. I came out from my trance-like state by an apparition in pink! “Shall we get breakfast,” Nus asked. Nodding, I followed her downstairs where Nus presented to me the possible combinations for breakfast. Too tired to bother about my usual preferences, I took a cereal bar, some strawberries and a cup of hot tea, and we went to the table to eat.

We wondered what was on TV as we switched it on. There was a silly cartoon on, and we, or I should say, Nus decided to watch it. So engrossed was she in the show that she started to emulate the characters’ gestures, all the while telling me: “I would never go so far to save you, me, you know?” as a comment on the day’s episode theme. I only nodded and laughed, commenting on how silly the cartoon was! Breakfast done, we cleaned up and went back upstairs. The events that followed are a blur for me. I’m sure we just talked of things, but I can’t really remember what! All I remember is us deciding to shower for it was soon time for G. to come!

Who came at 11.27 a.m. instead of 11.30 a.m. I’m just glad we managed to take a shower before she came, for our pink pajamas weren’t really that welcoming. Sitting in my armchair, G. really looked like a psychologist taken out of her consultation room, as I did when I sat in it the day before. I think it’s the armchair… Anyway, we got the crazy idea to create a mini-movie with me as patient and G. as psychologist. Sayuka was the cameraman, or rather should I say, camerawoman. Though none of us were actors or interested in acting, we do have that hobby of writing mini-scenarios which we would act out. *goes to the times when we were mythology crazy and wrote the domestic disputes of Zeus and Hera*

As the one holding the camera, I couldn’t possibly laugh, much as I would have loved to. Nus was so much in her role of a stingy and frustrated young woman whose husband left her, that she yelled, without mercy, at poor G. who couldn’t keep up with her pace. I tried hard to stifle giggles, concentrating on immortalizing the moment a new actress was born. Finally the mini-movie was done, and I dissolved in uncontrollable laughter at last! Lying again of the sofa-bed, we tried to think of something to do. We had planned so many things, but at that time, they weren’t really that appealing. Until G. voiced out that she wanted to play Barbie.

So off we climbed down the stairs, to what Nus’s Mom had termed: the messy room. Perched on a chair, rummaging through the toy cupboard, Nus gave us item after item, till we no longer could hold anything. While teasing us, Nus’s Mom came to our rescue, with a basket and a plastic bag, that were soon stuffed with toys. Some 15 minutes or so later, we were all ready, and satisfied and giddy with excitement, we returned to Nus’s room for the construction of Dull Town!

Supermom to the Rescue

Sitting on the large carpet, we all started setting up everything, from the bedroom to the garden to the supermarket. We managed to find a use to every single accessories we brought with us and no need to say that we were really innovative for the things that we didn’t have; my cushion cover was turned into the velvet green lawn of the garden, my autumn and mountain themes puzzles became the sceneries and my mom’s tissue box was the small house in the small meadow (la petite maison dans la petite prairie). After shooting some commercials for Sparkling Comestics, we decided to create another mini-movie with the dolls as actors.

Sparkling Cosmetics, “Parce que je le vaux bien”

Starring were, Madeleine Medusa, the famous top model of Sparkling Cosmetics, her lover, Jean Ken, an internationally renowned gymnast and their daughter, Whity Medusa. There also were the peeping tom neighbor, Vosin Voyeur and his gossiper wife, Vosine Voyeur along with the not-so-famous journalist, Jacqueline Fouine, who was looking for the scoop of her life. Oh, I almost forgot Lolita McLust, the AV actress who was on the run from her fans and came for refuge in Dull Town.

A web of stories was spun, as Jean Ken met Lolita McLust and ended up in bed with her and Vosin Voyeur who saw them told his wife who in turn told Jacqueline Fouine. It was really a pity that G. missed the very gory ending we created. Several songs were chosen to suit the scenes we had written and we really are proud that we managed to bring together Beethoven, Dvorzak, Vanessa Mae, Bond, Anna Tsuchiya, Nobuo Uematsu, Alex Chu and Britney Spears. Sayuka and I are really the best team ever, for we do not even have to go into lengthy explanations to know what exactly the other wants, that is really going to be the thing I’d miss the most when I go away in September.
So true… I’ll sure miss it too… I have never met till now someone who could understand what I want without I needing to explain. These two days at Nus’s place has reawakened our complicity, something that I’ll miss when she goes in September. We rediscovered ourselves through the fun, building a closer bond and making the best memories to last us a lifetime. For me, this sleep-over would always remain the best time of my life, one that I would cherish for life.

As it is for me…

So one sunny afternoon, having sent her faithful underlying to spy on the resistant household’s new construction, she opened the door and her graceless Queen of Horror stepped out of her equally horrible castle. Seeing the lady of the household on the balcony, she called out to her,

“My dear lady, the construction you are putting up is illegal! It’s almost touching my precious wall!”

For indeed, the evil witch loved and worshipped the stone wall she had erected to separate her Fief and that of her “subjects”. There was various legends as to why the old hag cherished that petty construction so much. Maybe there were gold bars hidden in the wall? Or money? No one knew, for touching the “Sacred Wall” was sacrilegious! It was also common knowledge that the old witch intended to be buried with the bits and pieces of that wall. Why would she do that? It remained a mystery, of course!

The lady of the household, annoyed at being disturbed by the hated busybody, answered,

“Oh really? And where have you learned that?”

The Monstrosity of a witch was angry at the lack of deference in the Lady’s tone.

“Oh, because I’ve learned every law this country has! So listen to me: either you leave three feet from the wall then build your construction or I’ll call the authorities to make them issue an order to stop that construction!” she proclaimed in a high and mighty tone of voice, satisfied to have showed off what she thought to be a proof of her superiority over the “lowly roaches”.

By this time, the young lord of the household and his father, alerted by the noisy altercation over the balcony [for, alas the monster witch had no notion of etiquette =( ] , entered the scenery.

“What is your problem, Old witch?” the young lord demanded furiously. The household was taken aback! The calm and peace-loving young lord never got angry!

“I’m talking to your Mother, young man, stay out of it!” the eyesore of a witch stated, with an air of superiority of course!

The young lord, not deterred by the tone, continued,

“You just stated you knew all laws right? And would call the authorities, right? Well, go ahead! Or are you all-talks and no actions?”

“You are just a petty ‘Faiseur D’esprit’,” the old hag hissed angrily, using what she thought was an insult the young lord would not understand!

Observing the whole scene, from the start with her mother, the young lady of household barely concealed a laugh.

“ ‘Faiseur D’esprit’ she said? Does that even exist? Poor bastard, she doesn’t even know the meaning of what she just uttered!” the young lady mused.

“You’re talking about laws, right? May I remind you, you built your very precious wall half on what is OUR land?” interjected at last the Lord of the household.

Hearing this, the grotesque witch was taken aback. How could these callous peasants know that? But her pride was not yet altogether deflated!?

“Lady, let’s leave these ‘Faiseurs D’esprit’ out of this discussion,” she addressed the lady, “I’m sure we can have a reasonable conversation, us two!”

For indeed, this witch was a feminist( or was it a scaredy-cat) who dare not talk to males!

By this time, the Lady and her daughter were beside themselves with anger,

“Don’t you dare insult our family,” they exclaimed in unison.

Her pride and confidence at the resistant household’s inferiority battered, the wicked old monster furiously fired a last and stupid “Faiseur D’esprit”, before retreating back in her disgusting den.

The household continued with their construction, knowing that the matter would not end here. For indeed, the old hag would certainly call on the oh-so-mighty authorities and, as insurance, prepare an evil curse for the resisting clan! But the household was prepared to face it all, with weapons that were sure to hit the damn old witch hard and deep!

Afterword: This is not a work of fiction, but an incident that happened to me yesterday! What remains edged in my mind is how stupid and ill-wishing people are. Could we still call those monstrous beings, who are always first to cause misery, human beings? I doubt it! This event just helped to convince me that society is rotten through and through and that leaving at peace in my locality is mere fantasy! On another note, I think I’ll invest in a billboard to be posted on my house! Why, you’ll ask? But of course, to post my household’s everyday life, then the nosy neighbours would hopefully be satisfied!

Sayuka~

Silence! These voices jingling in my head;
Playing that infamous melody as they do,
My eyes cannot see, but alas, I do hear.
It’s all in the mind some say, but then…
Why do I hear them, as if close they are?

Little by little, I get adjusted to that sight;
The deepness of darkness, or is it just…
Just an illusion, as they all say… Mirage.
Is it really all in the mind? Then why?
Lies. Reality this can all be, will it?

Hear! That jingle again! The one that…
No, you can’t hear it, can you? I do.
It’s calling for it, or him. I do not know.
That beautiful creature. I do see now.
She’s the source of all emotions. Mine.

Upon that day, I call upon my star.
My birth it protected, my death it will.
Star of Fate, hear me as I speak.
Lend me your light, as you had once.
I might fight, they say. I know I will.

Cries piercing through the night. Howls.
Come to me, ordinary beast you are.
I heard it. She knew I did. I hear it again.
She calls to me, like some ocean nymph.
Crimson eyes, but pure black hair.

Is that a laugh? I might have to bear.
She seeks my blood, I seek hers.
Good or evil, none we might be.
Fate’s glory came at last, or did it really?
It is the end, at the very least, for me.

Do not mind me. I didn’t. For others.
Such things I was told, they held true.
A jingle you will now hear. I feel it.
Don’t you understand? It’s your turn.
To write the ode to your tainted dreams.

His cries broke through the night,
He was here, she had accepted it
He maybe was his flesh and heir,
but she claimed him as hers too…

The silence of the night was disturbed,
A light coming from afar was seen.
Dawn was breezing in, so was him.
Was it a symbol of hope?

She saw his face, ever peaceful,
What would happen, she thought.
Her last, until she awoke again.
A smile appeared, he was hers.

Good or evil, all creatures were waiting,
His arrival was such a painful linger,
Alas he came, what would he bring?
No clearer picture could be seen.

Even she could not foretell,
she who had seen her misfortune.
An unpredictable event it was,
Dark or not, would he be?

Such a beautiful creature he was,
Never did they imagine.
A white wing, a black one;
The great power of the yin and yang?

He sure did inherit from him;
his eyes were just like his.
Haunting her every now and then,
they were now her everything.

What he was, nobody knew.
He looked like one, but was no angel.
He was no evil, no saint either.
Just a creature of the unknown…

“The night that the stars would hide,
and upon this veil, the moon will abide;
this time will make it’s way,
as your paths become a crossway,
his eyes, will you remember
as dark as the devil’s anger.”

Those very words of the prophetess,
presented for me such absurdness.
Yet this fateful night declared itself,
sooner than I could prepare myself,
Some night blessed by Him,
For even He has waited for this glim.

As dark as she said,
his eyes were just as she aforesaid.
This night, when passion was the drug,
and us lying in that snug.
Was this the symbol of some love?
or lust it was, as said by the angels above?

A turmoil you brought to this heart,
some tears fell as you depart.
But just see my misfortune now,
a blurry face is all my memory can allow.
For him as a lover,
is all I can remember.

His touch, his feel, his scent,
never have they been so distant.
Some cruel fate some may say,
But all doubtful eyes I cast away.
Destined to never ever know you
Though you’ve taken away my virtue.

Or perhaps may I be blessed by thee,
through this life growing in me.

There is no mystery to happiness.

Such are the first words encountered as I opened the book ‘The Interpretation of Murder’ by Jed Rubenfeld. “What would happiness have in common with murder?”, I wondered, as I read these first few lines, not yet knowing that they would have led me to a different world and a different time. True enough, Jed Rubenfeld’s novel leads us to the deep heart of Manhattan and at the same time, in the dark mind of, us, humans…

1909, Sigmund Freud is said to have come to New York, his one and only visit to the United States, along with his disciples to deliver a series of lectures on psychoanalysis at Clark University, Worcester, Massachusetts. This ‘event’ had marked Freud’s first public recognition of his work, representing the first step to his success in the world of psychoanalysis. However, Freud has always spoken of his short stay in the US as a terrible memory, making his biographers wonder what could have happened there to trigger such reaction from him. He called Americans ‘savages’ and America, the country which brings out the worst of people. Many have sought to know the truth about what happened during his stay. Jed Rubenfeld gives his version as he “weaves this real-life event into an accomplished thriller.” (Independent)

29, August 1909, Sigmund Freud is to arrive at Hoboken harbour, accompanied by his disciples, to deliver a series of lecture at Clark University. On that same morning, Miss Elizabeth Riverford is found dead in her apartment, strangled and bound. The following night, yet another victim is discovered, hanging to a chandelier, barely alive. Miss Nora Acton, due to this… incident… finds herself unable to speak or to remember anything. Taking advantage of his stay in New York, Dr. Freud is asked to help Miss Acton regain her memories (on which he appoints Dr. Stratham Younger, his “escort” as the doctor) and to eventually solve this case.

This quest of theirs not only leads them to the frightening side of humans but to the controversies encountered due to Freud’s theories on the Oedipus complex at that time and the constant battle of science versus psychology. This novel also brings us to the point where we start questioning the human nature as the characters unfold and the vilest beings are unleashed. ‘The Interpretation of Murder’ not only gifts us with one of the most beautifully written crime novels but also, allows us to explore 1909’s New York. He describes New York in such a way, considering the social divisions, the architecture, the streets and the people there, that the image simply pops in the mind, giving us a clear view of what it was like. Everything is based on facts, Jed Rubenfeld says in the Author’s Notes, up to the colour of the panelling of the taxis.

Jed Rubenfeld, as an undergraduate at Princeton, wrote his senior thesis on Freud, which is why I believe he was able to portrait his character so well. Having studied Shakespeare at the Julliard School of Drama, it was not surprising when I found that the main character, Stratham Younger, was a fan of Shakespeare as well, his favourite play being Hamlet. I cannot help but wonder whether he based that character on himself, Younger being an admirer of both Freud and Shakespeare. This novel makes us ponder on the very words of Shakespeare as well, the famous ‘to be or not to be’ being the very question that needs to be answered. It was rather comical when Younger exclaimed that he had solved ‘to be or not to be’, in the middle of the murder investigation, when the detective he was accompanying and himself just escaped death. But his solution as many others, would be later applied to his patient, Miss Acton, around whom the novel is concentrated.

Rubenfeld’s writing proves to be an adventure in itself as he switches from philosophy to humour, confusion, mystery, and desire; in a way, he explores the very facet of human nature. My favourite character remains Clara Banwell, for I believe, she gives off the very picture of the desirable and beautiful woman of all times. On the other hand, my heart goes to Younger, the young doctor who lived a quiet life but found himself in the midst of all this commotion, trying to find a way out while he begins to question everything he believes in.

‘The Interpretation of Murder’ is definitely a must-read novel for from the start to the end, it offers mystery and intrigue, as any good crime novel should. The characters are so alive that the pulse quickens as we start to find ourselves through them, forcing us to be lost in the jungle of Manhattan and its people. Once you start reading, you find yourself unable to put it down, but there were times I had to slow down to be able to understand about the deep meanings the book was trying to convey.

Official Site: http://www.interpretationofmurder.com/

Anyway, this certainly marks the end of the school days, and the beginning of a new period in my life. School’s has been over for some weeks now, with us receiving our results on the 6th of February. Sayuka and me, both got our 5 As, with Sayuka ranked 6th at national level on the Art Side =P This was supposed to be yet another post we didn’t write. With celebrations and all, we were rarely in the mood to sit at our desk and open our Wordpress and it’s a bit late to boast about our results now xD Neglecting the blog again…

So far, 2009 has been good to us, and I do hope it will continue to be like that.

Oh, and last but not least, something I made some days ago. If you remember the story Sayuka and me wrote for the NaNoWriMo ‘07, you’ll know where this comes from. We’ve got a long way to go till we manage to get it published, which I hope we will, but it’s a start ^.^

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It might be a bit late but happy new year everyone =)

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About the song…

Title: Shadow of Love

Lyrics: OLIVIA & Chazne

Vocals: OLIVIA inspi’ REIRA (TRAPNEST)

Compostion: OLIVIA & rui

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The rings of vows
Our red thread
Is invisible now
There are no promises, either, but-

A long time ago, their destinies had crossed. An interlaced fate it was and they had accepted it. But now, in that same sacred book was written that their time of separation had come. The thread of destiny holding them together, it seemed, it had to let go of them. Nothing could bind them together again, for the gods had decided otherwise. They had voiced out their decisions and nobody had the courage to defy them, except-

Don’t let go of our hands
If it’s the truth, I’ll only be sad
While like this…

The messenger came to her, announcing to her, that the happiness she had been bestowed with was going to be taken away. Nothing lasted forever but…. she didn’t want it to end. Without him, she would be lost, she knew it, but what to do? The orders had been given. He had once promised he wouldn’t let go of her, but now he had to. Would he? She thought as she went to find him. As she saw his tears sparkling in his eyes, she knew he had found out as well. She reached for him but he wasn’t hers anymore. Freedom had been granted to them, unwanted it was. A single kiss and the contract was dissolved. They didn’t belong to anyone…. Fingers intertwined, they felt their last touch. Taking hold of herself, she let go, eyes saying…

Trust in me
Even if we come apart
My memories won’t erase our bond
Will you trust in me?
You can see the stars that I trace with my fingertip, right?

Their love was stronger than anything, even though they had to kneel down in front of superiors. They were the one who made the rules, but they weren’t the one who ruled their hearts. Even far away, their love would triumph, they knew it. The memories they had created from nothing, they could never been forgotten. A small world of theirs, and nobody knew about it. She needed him to trust her and he did. She had always been able to show him their far away future and that hasn’t changed. He trusted her, just as she did.

Without averting my eyes
I’ll tell you for the first time
You, who reflect in my eyes
Are the one

She had always loved him and never would that change. A friend he was, lover as well, but most importantly a soulmate. He had known about it and he felt the same. Never had they been so close to others, but left to themselves, trust had grown in. Her eyes, not secret could they keep from him and he knew as she walked away, she would be back. Aye, she would.

I only believe that I can overcome
This dangerous world
With you

With him by her side, nothing was impossible. She could reach the stars and the moon would be hers. She needed courage, and he was there to give it to her. He supported her, as she would have if he were in her place. Only she could revert the situation back and only he could help her. Two people, acting as one, nothing could beat them. The great power ever, love was their weapon.

Trust in me
Within the dawns that visit
Our separate skies
Will you trust in me?
Inside of dreams, we can meet
Time and time again, right?

As they went apart, a little voice made itself heard. She was asking him what he had already given to her. She needed to be reassured and he understood that. I love you he murmured as he disappeared into the night. Days would come when things would be like they wish but now, patience was needed. So much kept them away, but close they were, as never had they been. Each heartbeat could be felt, but such a great distance kept them away. The veil of darkness had fallen, but a light was brought to them. As their eyes close, Morpheus helped them to once again, to feel that passion. Little meetings, with no importance from outsiders’ eyes, little did the ones above know how important it was for them. Secrecy was kept, and no other souls came to know.

Trust in me
Even if we come apart
My memories won’t erase our bond
Will you trust in me?
You can see the stars that I trace with my fingertips, right?

As she sat there, knitting in her old age, she remembered those arms that had embraced her. What had become of him, she never heard but then, held to memories, she somehow knew, he did too. True love they had found and none of them was ready to finally let go…

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