The Meadow Between Us

The meadow and its wildflowers felt familiar, like home. The sheer vastness of it was freeing. I laid down, letting the earth, flowers and breeze tickle and embrace me all over while awaiting my one and only.

The sun shone bright, but its warmth escaped me, for I craved his touch, his arms, his lips. I felt like Snow White waiting for her Prince after taking a bite of the dreaded poisoned apple, I felt like only he could calm me down from this uneasy feeling.

I saw him, walking towards me with a lovely bouquet of white roses; my favourite. I waved at him, but his eyes never met mine, he looked melancholy. I wondered if he met someone else. Does he not like me anymore?

He sat beside me, wordlessly. We sat that way for a while. I held my breath, afraid to speak.

And he finally spoke.

“I wish none of this happened. I love you so much, but I can't stand this anymore, I even wished I never met you. I love you but I have to let you go.”

Before I could say a word, the earth pulled me into it, my soul reunited with my body underneath and the realization hit me.

I am dead.