The Summerlands.
As we are lying in a quiet, absent world, I suddenly realise it.
What we are, what we do. What we give and what we take.
Yes, we are lovers. We are the ones that can suffer unendurable pain, the longest of absences, the worst of disasters and the deepest of our heart's desire in this world. Knowing that we, at least, have each other. For none can take this from us, none can burn away the desires we have, the love we give. And yet, they can.
For as long as we shall love each other, which is to be until te end of days, we shall be parted. Never to be united, though our hearts and therefore our feelings are so alike. You and I, together we belong to the place where lovers do not need stolen moments to prove their approximity to each other.
I see you, your hair blown across your face by the light breeze that has brought us here. I know where I belong, where I should feel whole. It is here, here with you. Yet I can not misunderstand the indifference with which you are saying these words to me: 'I love you.' In your eyes, I can see what you really mean. You are sayig that you wish it would be different, that we would not be here. You are saying that you wish you had never met me. And I understand, for I wish this, too. Because for as long as we shall love each other, we shall be parted.
Unless you choose to leave this place. There are two paths stretching out in front of you: one that will eventually unite us, one that will hold us apart forever. For I can not linger here. I have endured the end of the world just to be here, to hear your heart pounding as mine once again is beating. For the last time.
'Go,' I whisper. 'Leave.' I want you to leave me, to take your time to choose the right path. But you can not hear me, for the wind has swallowed my words. Yet you understand them, and for the very last time you stretch out your hands towards me. I blink at the feeling of your silky soft skin, stroking across my cheek. For the last time, I can feel.
Then you vanish. Too late I am to say: 'I miss you.' I see my body fading, then vanishing too. You are going back to the livings, while I am on my way to the Underworld, the place where you don't belong. For now, at least.
No, we can not be. But in my heart, we shall always stay here. In the Summerlands.
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