The first thing you’d notice about her is that she is beautiful, exquisitely so. Her features are carved in rich porcelain, eyes set like deep luminous pools. Why is she Here and Now? She smiles at me and my heart breaks because I could never attain a fraction of that perfection.
How those bow-shaped lips curve up symmetrically. How it warms the dewy marble of her facade.
She gestures for me to follow her through the enchanted forest, which seems to sparkle with dewdrops under the moonlit sky. A river murmurs nearby. Muted sounds of tiny creatures serenade us. I am mesmerized by the way her hair cascades down like a stream of dark water down her back.
I don’t know how long we walk, or where we are. When she turns around again, I almost walk into her. Once again, I’m struck by the ache of longing – to possess, to own, to take what I cannot have. I smell her, a scent no less than flowers which remind me of my childhood.
“I want to tell you…” she begins with a low, liquid voice. The more I listen, the more entranced I am. The most beautiful pearl in the world, she says, lies at the bottom of the waterfall ahead. It is perfectly round, perfectly smooth and perfectly lustrous. It would look so pretty adorned around her neck. Would I be a dear and get it for her? It was only but a short way down.
When I assure her I would do this simple task for her, her face is lit by an ethereal glow. In girlish glee, she takes my hand and pulls me towards the pool at the head of the falls. She pauses at the edge to let her diaphanous dress slip from her shoulders and onto the moss-carpeted floor.
My life has culminated to this single point when everything I ever do, or see, or hear, or think, will be tainted by this moment.
I follow her into the pool, where we play and giggle and squeal with childish abandon. It must’ve been hours…days… I cannot keep track of anything but of the sensation of drowning in those eyes that reflect the depth of a soul.
Finally, hours – no, days – later, she presses up against me. I feel her cool velvet skin against mine, her hot breath on my face. “Are you ready?” she whispers. My heart thuds against my chest. But under the sun of her encouraging smile, my doubts melt.
I float on my back, looking up at a frosty, diamond-speckled night sky. A thin sliver of the moon casts a faint glimmer upon the tops of the trees. My hair fans out around my face. She stands over me, looking down with an almost loving look.
There could not be a more fitting way for my life to end.
I raise my hand to touch her cheek, but she gives me a gentle push, and let the currents claim me. I drift further and further away from her, my hand still outstretched. Her eyes never leave mine.
I almost panic when I reach the head of the waterfalls. But those eyes arrest me with compelling power. I cannot pull my gaze away, and I do not want to. My body feels like it’s in the air, and then I’m falling… falling… and those eyes follow me all the way down to oblivion.
Inspired by a beautiful woman.