“And what you don’t understand, I will explain—”
Alias/Sarkney
It’s complicated, isn’t it?
One minute you’re in love, the next you want to find the sharpest knife out there and rip out his heart.
If he has a heart that is.
But, who’s to say that that isn’t love?
**
Her name is Sydney Bristow and once upon a time, she had it all. A man who loved her. A sorta-kinda family. Two best friends—one to paint toenails and gorge on tubs of ice cream with, the other to fall asleep with as he ran his fingers through her hair while both kept their clothes on.
Her life was a straight line. A portrait of simple perfection.
Then, she realized that every “once upon a time” had an “ever after.”
They didn’t always turn out to be happy.
**
His name is
Sometimes Julian.
Never Lazaray.
And once upon a time, he thought he had everything. Power. Respect. Money.
Then, he realized, “Is that all?”
**
You don’t have to hide it. You’re in love. Come on. Admit it. You can’t keep your eyes off her. Is it the long dark hair? The dimples? Her ass? What?
Is it because you’re patiently waiting for the day when she will offer you her soul? The soul that you’ve secretly coveted for all these years?
**
No one knows who fired the shot. All they heard was a loud explosion. This much was true—someone had been successful.
**
She approached him from behind, catching her reflection in the glass. He caught it as well.
His mouth turned into a crooked smile. It didn’t last for long.
The glass shattered in front of them and the net their doubles were encased in was suddenly no more.
**
And they ran.
Along the way, their hands joined and they become one.
They were running for their lives.
They were running for life.
**
Do you remember the time you compared him to a building on fire? He was something that could not be sustained or contained. He always had to be on the move, always going.
And do you remember the day you made him stop?
How he did.
**
They found a place away from the gunshots and their mysterious sniper.
They asked questions that neither of them could answer. They received answers that neither of them were satisfied with.
So, they became silent.
**
Somewhere during the night,
It was because
Everything he longed to be.
**
You can deny it all you what. So can she. But sooner or later, that broken mirror will put itself back together.
You’ll return with that grin.
She’ll return to her place. Behind you. As a shadow. A ghost. A voice that torments you with her inability to speak.
**
Sark watched the bead of sweat race down
He stayed like this until the sun rose and turned the black sky blue.
He counted twenty beads before
Today, his question did not go unanswered.
“You,” she said.
**
He sleeps and you are awake. Your thoughts are too loud. You almost want to talk back to them.
You want to tell them that you have your reasons. For doing this. For feeling this.
But, they do not listen to your unreasonable reasons.
So, you decide to converse with your heart instead.
It listens.
**
Her name is Sydney Bristow.
She likes to write the words “once upon a time” in her notebook full of lined paper like a schoolgirl would.
She likes to cross out the words “once upon a time” in her notebook with her pen full of black ink.
When she lifts her hands, they are stained with the four words.
**
And you love her despite her many, many flaws. It’s okay to be in love with someone so tragic. It makes her even more beautiful.
You never try to fix her. You understand.
Do you?
**
His name is
He knows the feel of innocent blood on his hands. He knows nothing of guilt.
He knows to keep his eye on the prize.
And his gaze never leaves
**
He’s looking at you again. Like he can see right through you, into you.
You wonder if he’s trying to decipher a code that’s lodged deep inside your core.
You wonder if he will be willing to share it with you after he has solved the riddle.
END