“You know where we’re going, right?” He added. “I’m going to leave you for a while.”
I was alone in the garden. Such things don’t scare me but rabbits do. Daydreams of time resorting time and to tell you the truth, the good never ages but the bad goes into the worse. And suddenly it became dark. Downstairs darkness, more like. Greedy hands outstretched for me but never made it out. My hit rebound surgery and wilderness piece or weaponry stashed far beyond to its laws however still the coldness regained its inhabitance and took over the walls. Silverly flakes fell from the sky.
A pool appeared in front of me, not as a mirage but reality widened. Drink from it. Was what she said.
I droned to the weakening pool and knowing what a waste it was, for me to ever need anything. So he came forward. Trea with his outstretched hands and we…for the first time, fell in love.
Butterflies surrounded us and demons faded away from our minds. Trea heightened for a funeral to angels. He stepped closer to examine my features which have changed over time. He kissed me on my forehead.
3rd person POV.
And then she was gone. She was back home floating in space. Treaxury distastefully vowed to move to where she can pick up. So his final desire to care and love made him holding the barkenspiece with her inside his arms.
She was rejoiced today. And they have completed the mission. However the space station where it once was, was gone. None of the traces left. Only the note hanging towards them disappeared almost before they could catch the last word.
Pale.
So you want to play it this way, huh? We all know times and dreams don’t mix, but what we don’t know is how far radius of the angles symmetries is. And how badly are you in particular willing to trade in for a smark comment.
The day was far; the day was long, Trea and I held each other as we were swept back into the old days. Of our home, discovery, mission, and now this.
A middle spark touched us when we longed. A painted marks on his face shall depends on you.
Everything was long gone. Even time, even…not to say people.
Dreary. Rainy. But we still have each other. We still have our goals. And we will get there, if she sees the answer.