Blissful Dream

Falling….

Falling….

Falling….

In a sea of endless space, a cluster of stars can be seen dying every second, bursting a color of purple, pink, blue and multiple colors, gasses of the dying stars surrounding the cosmos and no sound emits throughout it. Only the breathtaking scenery accompanies the space and… an unconscious man floating.

James screamed but it was never heard but only himself. Panicked and confused he looked around to his right see the scenery of stars, eyes reflect in awe of the clusters, to his left he saw another beautiful scenery. A group of shooting stars, their trail longer than the distance between the earth and the sun, but never moving it seems it is frozen in time, all of them face the path beyond but its only contain nothing just darkness like true space of emptiness.

His anxiety slowly vanish replaced with emotions of confused awe. His legs and arms points upwards? He see the shards of the mirror that followed him… the reflection doesn't show him only an empty dark but it seems to be breathing?

The thought quickly vanishes as he realizes that he's not floating, he's falling…

Faster

And faster

Heat engulfs his back but he didn't feel the pain, his screamed in panic again, as his vision hazed, the stars only a mess of blurs and the heat engulfs his whole body. The cosmos taking him somewhere like a shooting star, the heat engulfs his body brightly red turns to blue azure. James faints, His vision goes black yet again.

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It feels like he is floating… lying down, his head rest on a soft something. Its so comforting… it is the embodiment of relaxation, serenity and satisfaction its soothing his soul after finishing a job of robberies and assassination. This moment puts him in peaceful bliss, a genuine smile comes from him, his arms rest on his belly, He feels vulnerable.

A hand suddenly caresses his soft dark hair, James opens his eyes, he sees a blurry figure at first but he can see the contours of the figures breasts and her head, his eyes adjusts to see the figure more clearly.

The woman is beautiful ethereal even. she has deep purple eyes like lavender, her smell too is like the flower, her hair is a deep purple colored soft wave that reaches her shoulders framing her delicate face, her fair complexion, her delegate ears framed a cute button nose and her luscious lips. She wears a blue teal sweater that reveals her shiny shoulders, it also hugs her body showing her shapely breasts. Her expression, smiling softly to comfort him and she hums a tune while slowly caressing him.

This is his wife.

"Lisafel" he whispers her name, Lisafel Nova.

The final person who betrayed him, who broke his heart.

"Yes?" She acknowledge him, smiling. Her sweet voice echoes in his ear and through his fast beating heart like a teenager discovers their first crush.

"Why did you leave me?" he asks not In an aggressive tone but curiously soft.

He was met with silence from her. He never knows why she left him, the only thing that was gone was her and the money, like she stole it, but he can only assume. That's all he can do assume, he can't find her anywhere while on the run, frantically searching for answers, buying with the last of his money information from remaining informants that can help him all over the country if they or their friends around the world ever saw her, it ended in futility as all of them says the same thing "I don't know". That's it, its like she's ran off the face of the earth and he's limited from searching for her further because he was being hunted.

Assume, this is all he can do, it spawn dreams of moments from their 20 years time together he asks the same questions and she answers differently every time, every single dream, every single time he sleeps. Some answers are bad, horrible, nightmarish and others is just like this silence, the only dream that are just quiet, serene, childish joy and comfort, but it can never fill his bleeding heart of not knowing WHY, a simple conversation with a REAL answer from her is what he wants. Interpretations upon interpretations is the only thing his mind can do.

This is hell

Their surrounding is engulfing in white, signifying the end of the dream,

he's waking up. Before he can close his eyes, she speaks to him in a genuine tone.

"I love you"