It was so beautiful......so mesmerizing. My face was glued to the window while I saw miniature white designs, white as royal lace, as breakable as a web, and as beautiful as a diamond. I stared at it with my hand under my chin until my lids couldn't hold themselves up.
Then, I had a dream, I was in a white graveyard. The headstones were white, the ground was white, and the long corset dress i seemed to be wearing was a perfect white. I was running through it, I was calling a name. The name flew off my lips like it belonged there, I could feel my voice and my heart, I was saying the name. I was screaming it, softly saying it, begging it as if it were a prayer.
do you remember how people would over exaggerate and say that it felt that nobody could hear them when they screamed right in their faces? Well, i literally couldn't hear even my own voice. My heart pounded, echoing throughout my entire body until it consumed it. My veins pounded, my boned quivered, and my skin shook with the strength of that single heart. In the dream I remembered a saying...no it was a song. Just as I reached a certain bench....it had to be that bench, I felt it.......I collapsed onto it, and I heard his voice. I couldn't tell you what he sounded like even if I wanted to. It was more like I felt his voice. The second his first words came, I immediately calmed down. All my shivering and pounding, my quivering and shouting; it was all gone, I was suddenly so calm.... In my I thoughts: Maybe I should just close my eyes.... Just for a second.... I am so cold. I wasn't till then that I noticed that I was freezing.
When I see you
It erases all of my fears
Soon we will be together
Please let me dry all of you tears
Let me see into your beautiful eyes
I'll die beforeI have to say goodbye
Time will never erase
All of what we have
I will search this world for a sign of you face
I'll do anything to see that your saved
They think that lonely is peace
But they can never make our love cease
Soon I will be in your arms
And forever you will be warm
Oh don't cry my sweet angel
Oh stop crying, please for me
Please hear my voice hang on for our love
Oh please don't die, my dove
Time will never erase
The first time I saw the soul behind that beautiful face
Death has never separated
The music we have created
Oh my dove
Do you hear the sweet tunes of our love
Oh dearest you cannot leave me
Because I can't live without you
Oh sweetheart this love is all I'll ever want to be
Because I don't know what I'd do
Look at my softening eye
Now live don't you die
You are my everything
Without you I'm nothing
Darling I'm mesmerized
By how you have yourself disguised
Turn off the mean
Show me the woman you've let me seen
The only thing that makes me be
Is the fact that you love me
My head jerked up in surprise. Mostly because, in the middle of my science class, stood the face I had just dreamt about. The jet black, crumbled hair that fell into those emerald eyes just like I was. He was tall,a good 6 foot. His shoulders were spaced a ways apart, accentuating his skinny, lean waist. He wasn't perfect though, for he had knobby elbows and knees. He was wearing a Train t-shirt and jeans. With a belt. That's definitely new.
Then my blah of a teacher, Mrs. Cardom, said "Students this is Noanimo, he is a foreign exchange student from Italy, so please be nice in introducing him to our school." She said it warily, pushing her wide glasses up the bridge of her nose and fixed he permed bangs. It was that moment the moment he looked at me. It was the same moment that look of surprise and bliss entered his formerly unreadable face. And at that moment, when those green eyes met my boring blue ones, everything went black. I have I secret. I secret that would make you scream.
I can see the future. A future. Of me and the boy whose name means No Soul in the language of the Angels. One of pain and sadness. One of lose and failure. One of the ends of the many paths that I somehow always end up on. And him. He put me in a straight shot of it all. But I was born of an Angel and a human. My soul is now matched by my blood. So, now I remember. He was my beginning. But no matter what he will be my end. When my vision had finally cleared, I found that I remembered little of my vision. I just remembered elegant letters scrawling across my vision. I wasn't in my seat, I was in fact on the floor. Most people left me there and didn't even looking worried. That's because I was diagnosed with epilepsy though I assure you that that is definitely not what I am.
I am merely a psyche, at lest that is what I call myself since I have never met anyone like me. The only person that did seemed worried, was Animo. He looked down at me, his knees brushing my elbow on the floor. I sensed a danger so I said "Get away from me!" But it really wasn't that kind of danger. It was a kind of danger that made me want to say " Kiss me." Which is impossible, because the last and first boy I kissed went up in flames. We were swimming in his pool.