Illusions
It was serene; she was standing on the beach, staring at the setting sun. The water lapped at her bare feet, while a small breeze played with her hair. But on her face was not a look of peaceful happiness or of relaxation, but one of confusion and sadness.
A figure slowly approached her from behind; he stopped a few feet behind her.
"Is our life an illusion?" She asked without even turning around.
"What?' He said, caught of guard by the completely off the wall question.
"Have you ever wondered," she said slowly, "if our life is an illusion?"
"No, not really." He answered uncomfortably.
"I read these stories, timeless legends spun by artful authors, pure fantasy worlds where anything can happen, and I wonder, could we be the same way. I can imagine these characters that I read about, living their lives as thought they were normal and never knowing that they're not real." She stopped to take a breath, giving her companion a chance to cut in.
"That's not true, things like that don't happen." He said trying to be rational.
"So says you," she said harshly, "but how do you know? How do you know we're not just characters in some sickos' imagination? How can you prove it?" She was beginning to break down, her voice had a touch of hysteria in it, and there were tears in her eyes. The tears, however, could not be seen because she was still staring out into the ocean.
"Don't get hysterical." He said urgently.
"I had a dream last night." She said softly, switching her mood from frenzied to an almost childlike composure. "There was a book, I flipped through the pages looking for something and then stopped. There was a picture of a girl standing by the water. She looked like me. I began to read out loud:
It was serene; she was standing on the beach, staring at the setting sun. The water lapped at her bare feet, while a small breeze played with her hair. But on her face was not a look of peaceful happiness or of relaxation, but one of confusion and sadness.
A figure slowly approached her from behind; he stopped a few feet behind her.
"Is our life an illusion?"
Then the book slammed shut and I woke up screaming. It hasn't left me since."
"That doesn't mean anything, it was just a dream."
She continued talking, ignoring him. "It was right, it is serene." She finally turned to look at him and he saw that there were tears falling silently down her cheeks. "Our entire existence is a lie."
"That isn't true." He said firmly.
She sighed and turned back towards the water slowly, "What happens when our book closes?"
AN: I tried to add more to this but it just didn't seem to wanna work with me. I guess it likes it this length.
^..^ retarded kitty says bye