Bring you to where nobody knows.
It's a cold winter night. The snow is drifting off of trees onto us and we're sipping our drinks quietly with cigarettes in hand. Their bright red tips flare against the wind, the embers tickling eyelashes. Where does time go when you make it stop? There is never any talking in moments like these. If there is, you don't remember it because you were in awe by the moment you were currently existing in. Like that scene in your favorite movie, or the lines of your favorite song, the ones you never sing because they're too good to maybe accidentally fumble upon. His eye are like unlit charcoal surrounded by raw white paper waiting to roll around on the page and mark it till there's nothing left but black. I stare at them and they grab me. Little arms holding me tight and still, making my soul linger next to it's for a while longer. Never have I ever felt this way about someone else. Never have I ever enjoyed silence this much.
It's much louder inside and the moisture is leaving residue on the hairs on my arms and legs. I'm wearing a skirt, although it isn't warm or nice outside. No, I just felt today was skirt weather, marked by no calendar or meteorological meanderings. Then again, it could have been the heat of the being I decided to stand next to. This type of God staring out amongst other types of Gods, all of them swirling in the liquid gold they put forth. I'm simply a mortal, and to the Gods it is strange to see me here. Some find it amusing, some want to know me and what I like, why I was chosen. Chosen for what? For him, I suppose. They wanted to know what was so special about a mortal to one of their most revered entities. I did not know why or what. I remember the burn on my lip as I saw the spark light red in the core of that darkness in his eye, hurt and pain lingered there with concern. Concern for the mortal that he had spoken to and accidentally stumbled upon. What a tragedy for him is what I thought. What a tragedy that he had to stoop to loving a human, when there were so many beautiful goddesses for him to entrance, or were clearly already taken by him.
It is a cold winter night. The stars are barely a part of the sky, hanging down around me like the little balls of energy they seem to be. I am sharing this moment with a person I don't know, not well enough to say so yet. We breathe and the air turns to smoke before us. I have been told things I will never forget. I have believed things I will never see again. I watch the white flag wave with the dark center coming in toward me then getting smaller and further away until it disappears. I am all alone now, just as it was meant for me to be. I abandoned my youth for a fortnight with a God. All that remained was the skeletal corpse of my humanity.
I am not built of flesh but of ice. I am not but a glacier being heated occasionally for a cold glass of water to sip from. I am not for anyone. I am not particular. I am just existing, waiting for the day the sun burns so hot it melts away all that ever was.
But what will happen when that day comes?
