These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
The serenity I felt was odd in the fact that I was going to die in a few minutes. Compared to the devastation, the all consuming throbbing that had taken over my silent heart, I basked in the calm for a moment. Flashes of red swam in the square in front of me, but I did not notice them. All I could see was she.
If ghosts existed, (which they did not, as there were enough life threatening supernatural beings in this world already,) I imagined that she was here with me today. She had worn my favorite blue sweater, and her pale skin was radiant, almost glowed; her liquid brown eyes sparkled in the sun. Her cheeks filled with pulsing blood and became the color of roses. She was a true vision sent from heaven- a perfect being. Then, when it looked like my angel was going to give me her hand and lead me to salvation, the crease between her eyes appeared, and I knew she was concentrating. She tried to push me back, fruitlessly against my inhuman strength, telling me not to do this, that it was silly- she didn't want me to die. I smiled, a sight that both endeared and frightened, at how even in my imagination, this girl loved me enough to try to protect me, when it was she who needed the protection. But it was too late for that now.
For once, it was easy for me to block the voices in my head, as if death had given me instant clarity. The girl had disappeared, and my convictions were even more set. Who cared if there is no place after death for monsters like me? Without her, there was no life.
The clock tolled again, and I took another step toward the light.
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Soundtrack for Preface: Something- The Beatles
Take A Bow- Muse