Remembrance of the Winged Ocean 1/4(?)
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2003 10:50 am
Remembrance of the Winged Ocean
By: Sissi
Disclaimer: GW is not mine.
Part One : Lonely among the waves of sorrow
It is strange how a place, or better saying, how a movement can be so hipnotizing as the one made by the waves, strange phenomena not created by human hands.
The strong yet calm ocean waves would touch the white sand and return to its abode, the place where the Greek God named Poseidon once lived. They would keep doing this movement continually, without hesitation nor lateness, until the end of time. They had no worries about being on time, nor the perfecteness of the action. They would forever be perfect, no matter what, while human beings yearn for being perfect when they will never accomplish it. An irony of life.
The sky was getting dark, losing its light colour and letting the moon take its turn to watch over the planet. Small stars could already be seen, red and blue shining spots hovering in the sky, making company to the solitary moon, whose paleness illuminated the loving faces of the romantic poets who would stay awake to admire its silver beauty.
Relena stepped on the break and parked her car near a tree whose wide branches and green leaves would shield the vehicle for the moment. She opened the door and stepped out, her shining high-heeled shoes touching the pavement with a dry click. She stood up and pulled her light pink dress down, fixing any wrinkle it had formed while she had been in the car.
She took away her dark glasses which had been masquerading her sad eyes. She looked around, her small hands opening quickly her purse and putting the glasses inside of it. She closed it with the same quickness and started walking towards the ocean, never looking behind.
The beach was deserted, for after all, it was almost six in the afternoon. People were either at work or at home, preparing dinner. She could see a house not too far from her spot, lights on in a single room, probably the kitchen. She smiled sadly at the scene. At this same hour, she would have been at her own home, waiting for her cooks to finish preparing her own dinner.
She lifted her eyes to the orange-turning-into-black sky. There were no clouds, it would probably rain the next day. She had no umbrella in her car, but did it matter? Rain, cold and crystal clear liquid falling from the sky, just like diamond drops feeding the thirsty soil and helping the planet to generate life.
Plants, animals, people, everything was created basing on simple elements which, combined, turned into what they were now. Cells are now either gathered together, maintaining one single body, or each living on its own, just like bacteria.
She was a person, and so, her body was constituted of cells, billions of cells which made her alive, which made her heart beat, her brain function correctly, her muscles contract whenever she needed and her blood flow within her blood vessels. She was, in essence, alive.
Alive.
She closed her eyes, calming her speeding heart. It was almost night, and her light appearance would soon be englobed by the darkness. She would be part of the blackness, of the void of colours. She shivered slightly, rubbing her arms in deep concentration. Although she was not afraid of the night, since her childhood, she has always been afraid of never waking up again.
She was afraid of dying, of never seeing the beauty the world had to offer. Yet, why was she there, walking directly to the water, not afraid of the coldness of the liquid or the force it could throw her body against the rocks, dilacerating her flesh?
She was reaching the sea. The humid breeze blew on her face and she inhaled deeply, tasting freedom for the first time. She could feel her body temperature rising, her energy returning to her sore body. She had missed this. This freedom.
This was the answer to her agony. She was lonely and jailed in this world. Her soul yearned for love, for happiness, but it could not find it at the present.
She could be rich, but what she yearned most was freedom. And happiness as well. Maybe, she wondered, death was not such an unpleasant thought. Her worries would end, and she would stay in peace. Her body? What did it matter? It would succumb to time, why not now?
She wanted, in essence, her wings back. She wanted to be able to fly around without responsability, as free as the wind, with as much passion as the fire, but it was impossible. Her wings had been ripped away from her, and now, she was a bird soiled to the ground.
She took off her shoes and settled them near a rock. She touched the water with her toes, not shivering as the liquid envolved her small foot. The waves kept reaching the beach, washing her feet, caressing her sensible skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the water reached her knees. She kept walking until it reached her waist, soaking her dress, the material clinging to her petite body. She was an international model, and yet, once dead, she would not be useful to her job anymore. She would be only a piece of meat. Lifeless. The girls would not look at her and admire her looks. They would merely shake their heads and sigh sadly because of the tragedy.
Strangely enough, the water was warm, and she felt like swimming. She smiled. How foolish of her to want to play around like this, as if she were five again. She shook her head, her golden hair flipping around her, creating momentarily a curtain of gold, hiding her from the cruel world.
She stayed in the middle of the ocean, not moving at all. The waves kept hitting her torso, not worried about her comfort. Relena’s eyes were filling with tears, and they threatened to fall. They did fall some seconds later. She sniffed, a trembling hand touching her nose and then, her eyes.
The world could end right at that moment and no one would miss her. Her parents were gone, and Duo and Hilde had moved to America. Oh yes, they still exchanged e-mails and talked to each other on the phone, but as the time passed, she could notice the distance growing between them.
They had each other, while she was completely alone. Her love life? She smiled sadly at the thought. Her only love could not love her back. It was only an infatuation, a girlish love, but he had earned a special part in her heart. But he was gone now. He had decided that staying beside her was not what he truly wanted to do in his life and she respected him, even though her heart had broken with his decision. Relena clenched the fabric of her dress, right above her left chest. She could still feel the scar it had left.
Her small feet kept leading her towards the ocean, where she wanted to rest. For eternity? Perhaps. She bit her lips as the waves grew stronger, pulling her towards the beach, as if warning her not to approach too much.
Willing her body to keep going, she rubbed her cheek when one salty droplet of water hit her cheek. She closed her eyes when she felt her eyes too irritated, almost red due to the salt. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with as much air as possible. Her chosen path was almost there, just some more steps, she whispered in her mind.
One strong wave hit her head and she slipped on the sand, her body being pulled away by the force of the blow. She closed her eyes and let her body be drifted away. She could do nothing against the Nature, her limbs almost paralysed due to the water. She let herself rest and be dragged, to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. Would someone find her body or would she be completely consumed by the aquatic creatures? She smiled. Maybe, she could generate life with her death.
She could feel her lungs burning as the oxygen finished. She felt terribly jailed, secluded in a cubicle of glass, whose walls were enclosing around her. She shrieked, moving her hands and arms around her, now inutile to stop her fate. She opened her mouth unconsciously, drinking salty water and gasping madly.
Slowly, her mind calmed down and she stopped struggling. Her mind lost the adrenalide that had been moving and controling her body, and now, she felt sated, almost drunk. Of happiness, perhaps?
Her mind was losing the colours which once graced it. She could no longer view a green meadow with lively trees, nor the seven colours of the rainbow, nor the dress her mother used to wear which was her favourite. Everything was turning black; she was falling into a chasm she would never wake up from. Suddenly, she had a terrible epiphany: she would miss life.
As her tears mingled with the water, she saw a flickering light far away from her, daring to dissolve the darkness. She stretched out her hands, her fingers still not touching the fire. She forced her entire body to move farther, everything telling her to keep pushing harder and harder for it was her last chance, of what, she could not tell.
She grasped it with trembling hands, and as she stared at the strange light with glowing eyes, she was being pulled away from the void she had fallen into. A certain warmth seeped into her bones and into her flesh, calming her heart and giving strength for it to keep beating, not to give up. She would never give up.
She coughed, vomiting water. She braced herself as her upper body shook, digging her nails into her skin, forming small marks in the form of half-moons.
She opened her eyes dazedly, all the colours blurred together. One colour, though, won from all the others in intensity, for some unknown reason. Green. The colour of hope.
She shivered and closed her eyes, shutting the colour out of her mind. She inhaled deeply and fell asleep, not afraid anymore. Her guardian angel had saved her and was beside her. She just knew it. Maybe, she whispered, she might have her wings back.
TBC
By: Sissi
Disclaimer: GW is not mine.
Part One : Lonely among the waves of sorrow
It is strange how a place, or better saying, how a movement can be so hipnotizing as the one made by the waves, strange phenomena not created by human hands.
The strong yet calm ocean waves would touch the white sand and return to its abode, the place where the Greek God named Poseidon once lived. They would keep doing this movement continually, without hesitation nor lateness, until the end of time. They had no worries about being on time, nor the perfecteness of the action. They would forever be perfect, no matter what, while human beings yearn for being perfect when they will never accomplish it. An irony of life.
The sky was getting dark, losing its light colour and letting the moon take its turn to watch over the planet. Small stars could already be seen, red and blue shining spots hovering in the sky, making company to the solitary moon, whose paleness illuminated the loving faces of the romantic poets who would stay awake to admire its silver beauty.
Relena stepped on the break and parked her car near a tree whose wide branches and green leaves would shield the vehicle for the moment. She opened the door and stepped out, her shining high-heeled shoes touching the pavement with a dry click. She stood up and pulled her light pink dress down, fixing any wrinkle it had formed while she had been in the car.
She took away her dark glasses which had been masquerading her sad eyes. She looked around, her small hands opening quickly her purse and putting the glasses inside of it. She closed it with the same quickness and started walking towards the ocean, never looking behind.
The beach was deserted, for after all, it was almost six in the afternoon. People were either at work or at home, preparing dinner. She could see a house not too far from her spot, lights on in a single room, probably the kitchen. She smiled sadly at the scene. At this same hour, she would have been at her own home, waiting for her cooks to finish preparing her own dinner.
She lifted her eyes to the orange-turning-into-black sky. There were no clouds, it would probably rain the next day. She had no umbrella in her car, but did it matter? Rain, cold and crystal clear liquid falling from the sky, just like diamond drops feeding the thirsty soil and helping the planet to generate life.
Plants, animals, people, everything was created basing on simple elements which, combined, turned into what they were now. Cells are now either gathered together, maintaining one single body, or each living on its own, just like bacteria.
She was a person, and so, her body was constituted of cells, billions of cells which made her alive, which made her heart beat, her brain function correctly, her muscles contract whenever she needed and her blood flow within her blood vessels. She was, in essence, alive.
Alive.
She closed her eyes, calming her speeding heart. It was almost night, and her light appearance would soon be englobed by the darkness. She would be part of the blackness, of the void of colours. She shivered slightly, rubbing her arms in deep concentration. Although she was not afraid of the night, since her childhood, she has always been afraid of never waking up again.
She was afraid of dying, of never seeing the beauty the world had to offer. Yet, why was she there, walking directly to the water, not afraid of the coldness of the liquid or the force it could throw her body against the rocks, dilacerating her flesh?
She was reaching the sea. The humid breeze blew on her face and she inhaled deeply, tasting freedom for the first time. She could feel her body temperature rising, her energy returning to her sore body. She had missed this. This freedom.
This was the answer to her agony. She was lonely and jailed in this world. Her soul yearned for love, for happiness, but it could not find it at the present.
She could be rich, but what she yearned most was freedom. And happiness as well. Maybe, she wondered, death was not such an unpleasant thought. Her worries would end, and she would stay in peace. Her body? What did it matter? It would succumb to time, why not now?
She wanted, in essence, her wings back. She wanted to be able to fly around without responsability, as free as the wind, with as much passion as the fire, but it was impossible. Her wings had been ripped away from her, and now, she was a bird soiled to the ground.
She took off her shoes and settled them near a rock. She touched the water with her toes, not shivering as the liquid envolved her small foot. The waves kept reaching the beach, washing her feet, caressing her sensible skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the water reached her knees. She kept walking until it reached her waist, soaking her dress, the material clinging to her petite body. She was an international model, and yet, once dead, she would not be useful to her job anymore. She would be only a piece of meat. Lifeless. The girls would not look at her and admire her looks. They would merely shake their heads and sigh sadly because of the tragedy.
Strangely enough, the water was warm, and she felt like swimming. She smiled. How foolish of her to want to play around like this, as if she were five again. She shook her head, her golden hair flipping around her, creating momentarily a curtain of gold, hiding her from the cruel world.
She stayed in the middle of the ocean, not moving at all. The waves kept hitting her torso, not worried about her comfort. Relena’s eyes were filling with tears, and they threatened to fall. They did fall some seconds later. She sniffed, a trembling hand touching her nose and then, her eyes.
The world could end right at that moment and no one would miss her. Her parents were gone, and Duo and Hilde had moved to America. Oh yes, they still exchanged e-mails and talked to each other on the phone, but as the time passed, she could notice the distance growing between them.
They had each other, while she was completely alone. Her love life? She smiled sadly at the thought. Her only love could not love her back. It was only an infatuation, a girlish love, but he had earned a special part in her heart. But he was gone now. He had decided that staying beside her was not what he truly wanted to do in his life and she respected him, even though her heart had broken with his decision. Relena clenched the fabric of her dress, right above her left chest. She could still feel the scar it had left.
Her small feet kept leading her towards the ocean, where she wanted to rest. For eternity? Perhaps. She bit her lips as the waves grew stronger, pulling her towards the beach, as if warning her not to approach too much.
Willing her body to keep going, she rubbed her cheek when one salty droplet of water hit her cheek. She closed her eyes when she felt her eyes too irritated, almost red due to the salt. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with as much air as possible. Her chosen path was almost there, just some more steps, she whispered in her mind.
One strong wave hit her head and she slipped on the sand, her body being pulled away by the force of the blow. She closed her eyes and let her body be drifted away. She could do nothing against the Nature, her limbs almost paralysed due to the water. She let herself rest and be dragged, to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. Would someone find her body or would she be completely consumed by the aquatic creatures? She smiled. Maybe, she could generate life with her death.
She could feel her lungs burning as the oxygen finished. She felt terribly jailed, secluded in a cubicle of glass, whose walls were enclosing around her. She shrieked, moving her hands and arms around her, now inutile to stop her fate. She opened her mouth unconsciously, drinking salty water and gasping madly.
Slowly, her mind calmed down and she stopped struggling. Her mind lost the adrenalide that had been moving and controling her body, and now, she felt sated, almost drunk. Of happiness, perhaps?
Her mind was losing the colours which once graced it. She could no longer view a green meadow with lively trees, nor the seven colours of the rainbow, nor the dress her mother used to wear which was her favourite. Everything was turning black; she was falling into a chasm she would never wake up from. Suddenly, she had a terrible epiphany: she would miss life.
As her tears mingled with the water, she saw a flickering light far away from her, daring to dissolve the darkness. She stretched out her hands, her fingers still not touching the fire. She forced her entire body to move farther, everything telling her to keep pushing harder and harder for it was her last chance, of what, she could not tell.
She grasped it with trembling hands, and as she stared at the strange light with glowing eyes, she was being pulled away from the void she had fallen into. A certain warmth seeped into her bones and into her flesh, calming her heart and giving strength for it to keep beating, not to give up. She would never give up.
She coughed, vomiting water. She braced herself as her upper body shook, digging her nails into her skin, forming small marks in the form of half-moons.
She opened her eyes dazedly, all the colours blurred together. One colour, though, won from all the others in intensity, for some unknown reason. Green. The colour of hope.
She shivered and closed her eyes, shutting the colour out of her mind. She inhaled deeply and fell asleep, not afraid anymore. Her guardian angel had saved her and was beside her. She just knew it. Maybe, she whispered, she might have her wings back.
TBC
you're a dreamer, sissi! it's magical, as Time had stopped and you pause to look at "the beauty the world had to offer"...