Editor’s Note: This is using some real creative license. Something from a prompt turned into something breathless. I adore every piece Aime spills from her fingertips.
I remembered the first time I met her. She smelled of spring, it seemed to embrace her. No tears on her beautiful face only rain. The sun was shining yet water befell us. She looked at me from behind that book she always read. Her smile like the mother moon that disgraced me. The pain so acute I winced when she touched me. An expression of surprise and then regret enters her face. She tries to leave but I grabbed her wrist. I say I am sorry, just a bad day I reply.
We talk about things we love and things we do not. She is part gypsy she told me, her brown skin glowing lightly in the spring’s sun. The rain had stopped when she gave me a peck in the cheek. She told me to wait for her here next week. Just like that she left me with only the smells of violets ever telling me she was real. The whispers of tree told me nothing of what I would find the next week only glimpses of passionate kisses.
We met every week after that slowly falling for a woman that had entranced me. Her name was Luna, the irony did not escape me. One night I came to our park. A reminder that good things were possible in this hellish drenched world. Walking by the pond I saw Luna. She stood in the middle looking at the moon, hypnotized by its beauty. I watched her with curiosity. Then the spirit of the moon came down to her. My mother’s retched scent mixing with Luna’s beautiful violets. I wanted to run and get her out of there. Such an exquisite flower should never be in front of such a malevolent force. The next words stopped me though.
“Make my son fall in love with you and your lover shall be healed of all illness.” Those words breaking my humanity.
“Of course Mother Moon. It shall be done.” Her voice, a sound of lies.
When Mother Moon’s spirit disappeared I stood in front of the pond. Waiting for her to turn around and see that her deception would be no more. Her eyes where the first to take me in. A child caught in the act of misdeeds. Gasping in surprise as she stood there in water facing me.. She closes her eyes and then looks at me. Her eyes held no warmth as they usually did. Not that I expected anything more than a woman who had sold her soul. Hatred then starts to burn, looking at me as if I were the sole reason her life was miserable.
“Why?” It was the only word that could come out of my mouth. Too many emotions running around my head.
“I had to save him. I loved him but he is dying. He has cancer and it is progressing rapidly. I had prayed to Mother Moon every night until she finally came to me. She told me if I could make you fall in love with me then she would heal him… I am sorry.” She vowed her head in shame but her hand was a tight fist.
I looked at her with eyes of pity and betrayal. I did not know who to persecute, her or my mother. I smiled, one that showed how I had been broken one to many times.
“It’s okay. I will tell Mother Moon to heal your lover, don’t worry the stipulation she has put is now void.” I said as my voice cracked.
All she did was run away from as if I were the devil. Leaving me only the smell of spring and those violets I loved so much. My heart was not in the right place anymore. I felt pain that was so real I felt like someone was scalping me. I looked at the moon, a wicked gleam shined. That’s when white dust started to form her, my mother.
Her golden white hair seems to light up like pale fire. Her cold blue eyes looked at me as if I were just another worshipper. She smiled at me; she enjoyed watching me in pain. It was her favorite pass time. No matter how old I grew.
“You felt for it again my child. No matter how old you get that heart of you still wishes to be with a human.” She said sardonically.
“I just want someone to spend eternity with mother. Why must you always try to trick me into giving up?”
“It will end fruitless. Humans are fragile and they die. We do not, we are ageless. We have ascended and they have not. We have no jurisdiction into advancing their evolution and that is what you will do if you fall for one. Especially if she is smart enough into taking advantage of your position, Sol.”
“Let her lover live and I shall never meet with her again.” Those words barely leaving my mouth.
“Fine. Although this is just going happen again in a few centuries, my dear.” A mischievous cold smile on her pale face.
“You will never understand Mother. I just want to be loved, something you never gave me. Never! Was I not conceived by a human and you?” I practically spat at her feet.
“That was a mistake my son.” With those last few daggers being thrown I was left alone.
The full moon mocking my whole existence, a reminder of something I never wished to know. I stayed there in the pond. Where the only remembrance was a hint of the violet scent and the ripples that stilled lingered with her essence. I did not cry, I only prayed. That one day I would find my reality that I could cherish with my other counterpart. Someone meant for me. Someone that was more than trickery, a piece of nonfiction that was not dead.
Prompt: notsospiffywhat ’violets’
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