Thread: Cold & True (Ava & ForeverMischievous)

Gabriella's mind wandered with various thoughts. Most stemming from her former fiance's sudden absences, but some were of work. Some were of visiting her father's grave soon with a fresh bouquet of flowers and the others. It was another night alone, like countless others. Even when invitations from friends arose, half the time she preferred to relax at home rather than try and enjoy the bar and the various men her girlfriends pointed out to 'fill the void'. As her mind swarmed, something caught the corner of her eye and she looked at a person shrouded in the dark as they walked past one of the light posts in the park and even worse... he knew her name. Not just her name, but the name that only he , Marcus, would tease her with. Lips parted in awe as she gazed at him. Before she shook her head and a smile tuged at the corner of her lips. She laughed. Not loudly, but in a 'I can't believe it' sort of way. I'm hallucinating. She said with a sigh. Reaching into her pocket to pull out a bottle of medication she carried with her. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped taking my anti depressants. Despite the lax smile a tear did manage to escape the corner of her eye. She that it would look crazy to any passersby but she couldn't help herself. The hallucination was still there and it looked as though he hadn't aged a day. Green eyes gazed at the bottle, filled with the pills that she dare not take. Maybe because she though she would forget and while the memories ached, she did not want to completely forget him. Funny... I've had countess dreams, but never a hallucination. Words uttered to herself as she tucked the pills in her pocket once more. Only then did she look her hallucination in his dull lifeless eyes. I hate you. I hate you so much Marcus. Yet... I still love you so much. She laughed once more before she jumped off of the swings. Taking slow and meticulous steps towards the figure that haunted her dreams and thoughts. I guess that's what true love is, isn't it? Loving someone so much that it hurts? Well...it really does hurt. She wiped away a few tears that threatened to spill down her cheek as she stood two feet before him. Knowing damn well that she would look silly, but she didn't give a damn. Funny... I fear touching you because I don't want you to disappear but... I know you're not real. A hard lump dodged itself in her throat and it hurt so much to swallow the truth. Or what she thought was the truth. A soft hand hesitantly lifted. The woman clearly tempted to feel him. Her fear obvious. I hate you and I love you. The same would happen as it did before. The second she touched him, he would vanish. As he did countless time before in her dreams. As he did in reality. The warm soft palm of her hand came to rest upon the cold flesh of her hallucination's cheek. She marveled the touch. No... She sighed. Tears threatening to spill any second were fiercely blinked back to little avail as they slowly began their decent down her rosy cheeks. I hate you! She cried out as she slapped the palm of her hand against his chest. I hate you! Again she hit him, waiting for the illusion to fade, but when it did she couldn't stop the tears and after hitting him a few more times, each growing weaker. As the pounding ceased she leaned her shoulder and head against his chest. His chest. Dream or hallucination, it was all too real. Far too real. I love you Marcus Knudsen. Please come back to me. She sighed past the soft sobs and she tears. The girl had cried to the point she gave herself hiccups. Another sweet memory. Marcus use to kiss her long. Depriving her of oxygen which would cure her of her hiccups in the best of ways. Damn you Marcus. She whispered softly with her eyes closed. This had to be a dream. There was no other explanation.