Time had really stopped for him. He watched her as she ran up to him, her eyes full of life and color. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at her reaction. With every stride towards him, she brought hues into his life. He could swear he didn’t see color, except only when she entered a room. He stopped blinking in fear of missing her every beat. He trained his heart to beat softly to only hear her voice through his ears. His mind was blank to only fill with pictures of her. She looked small from afar, yet his eyes could only see her, bright and clear. Her face that yearned for his, her arms he would kill to have them brush his.
The green seeped through grass surrounding the field around them. With every nearing leap towards him, she brought wind that rushed through his dark hair. The whistling air competed with her huffs and his beating heart. Life quickly filled the cracks of the earth beneath them. Three hearts were beating in that sight. Her heart beating to the sound of worry. His heart pounded with the drums of clarity and joy. Earth’s heart strummed the remaining string of unity between them. The distance between them stretched out with the bluest sky of the year resting above them. He prayed the sky would stretch out the time they had together.
He loved the dress she was running in. He wondered if she was crying because it'd get dirty. Everything looked perfect on her, even her own tears that he despised so much. His arms only reserved themselves to her but still reached for his ivory coat to put on her. She was still far away but he wanted to be prepared for her embrace. Time had stopped him from thinking of anything but her and her lively figure.
Red roses escaped through his vision over the bushes on his left. Red jackets of the guards, now scattered, were planted across the field. A red dress of a shocked bystander filled a corner. Red trees bordered the field. Red gloves covered his palms. Red tears fell in his hands. Red pants hugged his legs. Red blood covered her hands. Red wind followed her as she fell in his arms.
Their feelings battled with difference. She carried pain and agony in her heart, while he carried her in his. His eyes colored her eyes with love, her cheeks with care, and her lips with passion. She could only color him with the red hue of blood he’s covered with as she held him dearly. Had she been with him and never left his side, she thought, he could’ve been coloring her in red, instead. She would’ve loved red on her, choosing it as her color over his. The same way she chose her red dress the night they first met at the Great Banquet. The night had tired her and the aristocrats flocking the ballroom drained her with their lavish talk and dance. Her heart had cried for a window or balcony to toss her worries out.
She did toss them but a nobleman had taken them to the head. “I’m free!” Her feet cried freedom out of those those shoes but her heart did not. Her eyes filled with water as her heart filled with worry and terror. The nobleman’s heart almost always contradicted hers. He had wished upon a star for a hit to bring him back to his wits, even if it meant for a physical blow to the face. With the power of the constellation above them, they both were fated until the day time stopped. His heart only beat softly so she wouldn’t notice the stopping of his own heart. His eyes remained open to only capture hers and never lose them. The night of the Banquet, she cried her heart out of fear and he cried out of joy. She hadn’t realized the greatest blow for her was nothing but the sweet heavens rewarding him.
Their nights were not short but they were numbered. Filled with red roses and stolen pecks, their garden held their deepest secrets and desires enough to make one’s body chill with jealousy of their love. A love, between two hearts, that whispered and screamed when the connection had broken off with the very last beat of the nobleman’s full heart.
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