The white walls rise above her, blank like sea ice. Hundreds of feet above, breezing through the clouds, the pale sun burns through her hair, singes the sky. The ocean is rushing about her in a whirlwind of figures, a city of saltwater and illumination glinting off the crystals of her teeth and eyes. She was like a monument, like a seat of the gods, throned in Baroque, Bohemian glory.
As the streets reeled, he merged with the bricks, cemented to the miles beneath his feet. The same shadows were brighter than the daylight and society had melted away about him. The horizon converged with the cafe walls, the steps encompassed the world with an embarrassed smile. He knew it. He knew that smile.
"From where?" she asked.
Anywhere and everywhere, he thought, but the words died as they licked his lips.
Her laughter was like the birds in the trees, shifting in the sunlight and disappearing in the rain. His heart sung like his guitar, just to hear that laugh again, like it was fixed in his every lyric from then till infinity. The air thronged with the present, but the future slipped past unseen through the crowds of firebreathing women and black-tie gentlemen.
In the silence, he breathed into her ear, but knew that she didn't feel the warmth of his love.
She collapsed in on herself, a dying star decaying in his radiation. The shifting turquoise of his eyes blunted her bones and numbed the tips of her fingers. She drifted away, she lost herself - she was terrifying, she was terrified of the way his lips seemed to wrap around her waist, he was terrifying, he was scared of how his heartbeat stuttered and his voice hesitated.
Ah, if only they had been real.