Darkness from Above

Inspired by Pompeii (Bastille)


3. The Broken Wall

After a long, silent pause, he turned to look at her directly.

“What is it about me that you find so captivating?” she questioned.

He stepped back, shocked. It  was the second time that this had happened, and this time, he couldn’t pretend it was coincidence, or simply her sense of perception.

“How – what – “

“I don’t mind, though.” She smiled, and took a step forward.

She moved fast. After a lifetime of slow, laborious work…I wasn’t used to running, and I wondered, for the first time, about where she had come from.

“Are you always this slow?” she asked, without looking back at me. Her hand was still in mine.

“I…have never felt the need to do anything fast in my life.”

She twirled around to face me, and I remember smelling something incredibly sweet…it was a faint, tantalizing scent, something completely unfamiliar to me. Wildflowers.

“Well, then, you better learn fast, mister.” She said, her eyes gleaming.

And I felt that fire course through me…I could, would, do anything for her.


His heart  thudded erratically, as she advanced closer to him. Strangely, it wasn’t a pleasant sensation. All he wanted to at that moment was run, as fast as he could, without ever looking back.

She stopped where she was, and tilted her head, as if she was considering something. A  strange sense of déjà vu coursed through him as he watched her watch him.

And then she smiled, and everything was all right again…

“I don’t remember you.” He stated. And then, raised a hand to his mouth, as if he couldn’t believe those words had come out of it.

She raised her eyebrows. “You…don’t?”

“No, I don’t.” he said, firmly. “In fact, I don’t think I ever knew you at all. Who are you?”



“So…,” she said, hands on her hips .“What do you think?”

For a moment, I was distracted by the sight of her standing there, her fiery hair blowing around in the wind.

And then I caught sight of what was behind her.

“How…?” I trailed off, blankly. I didn’t know what else I could say.

“That is something neither you or I will ever know in our lifetime, my friend.” She said.

I didn’t know how to feel, for once. The doubt that I felt was yet another new experience…and in some strange way, I was enjoying the process of learning.

“Are you coming?” she asked, holding out her hand.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I am.”

I looked at the broken wall in front of me. And the emotion that coursed through me  as I set my eyes on the distant, rolling hills was the strongest I had ever felt in my life. Hope.




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