A love story

Poetry. There was no other way to describe him. He was a poem incarnate. Beautiful, graceful, kind and a gentleman. He was everything she could ask for. Everything she’d wanted. Too good to be true.

“Far too good to be true.” That’s what her friends said.

What is love without trust? What is life without a little risk, right? It wasn’t like her to jump into this, but she couldn’t help it. He was just too good. Too perfect.

Those love letters, the poetry, the song. Not to mention those afternoon walks together, those times spent at the beach talking. The smiles that he brought out of her. It was all so surreal.

She stood upen the edge of the cliff, looking down. The visions refused to stop. Her mind was scattered to a million pieces. It was all wrong. The memory just refused to stop coming back. She shook the tears away as once more, she relived the nightmare.

She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle caress of the wind. Morning light bathed her skin as she spread her arms as if in embrace of the sun. Her soft beauty in contrast to the dark nightmare that was haunting her mind at that very same moment.

She remembered well enough that very moment when it happened. The torn emotions that had flooded her then, and continued to drown her even now.

She could not believe her eyes. He had promised her so much and there he was, with another girl, laughing and joking. All the things that her friends had told her seemed to be coming true. She turned and walked away. Away from the sight of the couple. Of her shattered dreams.

The winds begged to her. Oh to fly off to some faraway place. She stood on her toes, her hands out-stretched, like wings, her eyes closed, her body leaning forward towards abandonment.

She felt the freedom. Could taste it within her blood. Everything around her melted into a blurred mess, just like her life. Thoughts and emotions flooded her in a rush of adrenaline. Family, friends, colleagues, all of them. The hidden treasures in her life that she had forgotten in her hopes to find the romance that he had promised her.

Before her thoughts could finish, the ground came up to her. All that came out of it, was the sickly squelch of her body upon the rocky floor.

Rex’s eyes snapped open and he sat up on his bed. Sweat beaded his forehead as he stared wide-eyed out the window of his 3rd floor apartment room. Panting, he looked around him. That was the second time this week.