When Arrows Fly

I stared.

I couldn’t believe how a human can appear so perfect like a god, with no traces of faults. Her beauty is incomparable: Her supple lips, her glowing skin and her eyes that lure me closer.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Her face held some kind of sweet innocence to them, I find it hard to believe. She looks serene and peaceful–I wanted to lie down and look at her all day. Her eyes caught light and I have to remind myself to breathe as I got lost in the deepest forest that held my entirety.

“You are here again, ” I whispered, careful not to break this moment. My heart that was gone, seems to have jumped inside of my chest, thudding in a hopeful way.

I felt like the ground was pulled under my feet.

She smiles at me and held out her hand. I trembled, quite ashamed for I feel like I am not worthy to touch her. I look down and noticed that she was naked, holding a leaf over her private parts, merely covering her glorious body.

She looks lovely.

“How come you are here?” But my questions were cut short as I looked at the hooded figure. Hades drifted close and took off his cloak, his hair glowing bright blue.

He smiles as he took her in his arms, swallowing, taking the life out of her.

“No,”

I tried to move but I couldn’t. I couldn’t save her.

“No!”

*

I am shaking.

I stared up at the ceiling and was startled as I notice the sharp sound. I angrily punch the alarm clock to silence it, my eyebrows drawn.

I don’t understand. Why must I dream of the girl? It is already the twenty first century and I still have the same dream though a void kept on swallowing me every time I try to remember.

Her face hunts me as soon as I close my eyes. I do not know who she is or where she is or if she is still alive. I wonder what connects me to her and why of all the memories I have, she matters the most. She is a thousand years old mystery to me yet her face fades into nothing when I try to recall and I found myself groping in the dark, wondering what she looks like.

Even with all the portraits I have drawn of her– all unfinished and unsure...I keep forgetting her face, for it keeps on disappearing from my mind like vapor would to wind.

Was it possible to forget someone you fought so hard to remember?

Frowning, I sat up from the bed and ran my hands on my dark hair, clenching my jaw. I feel annoyed. This dreams always made me feel frustrated for as soon as I wake up, everything fades away. I used to draw her as soon as I wake up, keeping it all in a box before I forget but I grew tired eventually, hating the fact that no matter how much I look for her, she is nowhere to be found.

Huffing, I swing my leg out of the bed and was surprised to feel the cold floor.

Where is my carpet? Did I not place it here?

I ran my hands on my face again and stood. I stretch my body and yawn, not caring that I am fully naked.

It was my room, my house, my rules.

Smirking, I made my way towards the bathroom, a bit disoriented. Glancing at my reflection, I noticed the hickeys covering my neck and that instantly made my little friend get excited.

I have a good lay last night.