Through the Darkness of Memory

I stared into the darkness for what seemed like an eternity. My mind began racing. "Where were the flames? The cruel amber eyes? Why could I not hear his voice?" Rain and the soft breathing of a dozen or more tools were only companions until a flash of lightning illuminated Him. Standing Tall and regal, a King with no equal, eyeless but all seeing, ear less but all hearing, voiceless, but singing the most beautiful music ever heard by mortal ears. Images were conjured in my mind. Buildings, Trees, Cars, People. People. Cold blue eyes as frigid as deathly winter above a frown of disapproval, a deep voice telling me what a failure I was. Long blonde hair framing the same eyes, beautiful but equally as cold, telling me that she wished I had never been born. As slammed door that first opened just a crack, and then crossed the threshold between my world and theirs; a reflection of me, if I had been so fortunate to not have been second best; those same eyes warm but afraid, filled with sorrow but lacking the courage to act on my behalf. He hugged me close, most likely feeling my jutting bones poke into his form.

The comfort could not last. Blue turned to blue, skin cool to the touch, waterlogged, sinking. I cried and wept, alone, for what seemed like forever. But His music comforted me.