In the Eyes of the Beholder:
Eye See You.
Baby I see you for what you really are – don’t you know that? My love – I’ve known you far too long to not know. I can see through those eyes and into your soul, honey. There’s something fucking missing. And it can’t be me. Certainly, no, not me sweet thing. Something’s lost. A silent razor ripped the thread between the stars of our fate. It snipped away at something unseen.
Your eyes. The moistness has been drained from them like you’ve cried for far too long. And far too hard. It will be okay – say it with me, my queen – it-will-be-okay! Even as muffled as you are, I can hear the words. My hearing is still well and above its function for someone my age. Don’t you worry one bit. I am still all there. Every single piece of me is still here.
You see – I realized that look in your eyes is the fading vigor of your heart. It was being drained, bit by bit. Sip by sip. Of its color. And – BAM – it struck me one night. A proverbial lightning bolt from the universe – it showed me! That that’s what the razor had truly touched. It sliced into your veins. Because, it couldn’t have been our fate. Not my wife. Not our life.
Not my beauty, not us.
It’s okay, you’ve exhausted all the tears you have. You’ve exhausted all of the words that could ever be said or explained or plead. I know it is all exhausting. You’ve lost your heart! The most vital part of you that links yourself directly to everything that pulses across your fingers, baby.
But don’t worry, we’re here. Under it all. Don’t worry – again – say it with me, do-not-worry!
Your heart is going to be okay – and those eyes – those stones of jaded jasper – they will be better since your loss has been found. No, actually, created – from scratch. Oh?
Shhhhhhhh. You make me sound like a snake. Stop fussing – please. It will be easier to get through, or I’ll have to sedate you. There’s no fun in that. Right? Right.
Yes, the procedure makes it a point that you stay awake. You have to receive your heart with open arms and eyes… [clink, clink, clink]
You forget how important the eyes are my everlasting.
My bound soul, you forget how much I can SEE you. You forget how threaded together we must be. No, no, no. Do-not-worry.
Tsk, tsk.
O’ be thankful – I went out of my way to create you anew. I found you. Better parts – complete pieces – rebound love. The kind that lifts itself back into place like giant stones. Ours is that heavy – don’t you realize my eternity?
Shhhhhhhhhh. Listen. Let’s go over it one more time.
A new heart, in place of the dusty one that serves its purpose no longer. For love.
Two new eyeballs, in remembrance of the ones that showed me the truth – and dewy filled glances.
And – a newly minted ventral tegmental area of the brain, fashioned by own hands. Fashioned for me. Fashioned for sparks of what used to be.
[Muah] A kiss for what will be our infinity.
(Saving up for a Microphone to provide more accessible stories.)
Edward, this is CRAZY cool!
This is such a unique take on it, you seriously brought the big guns to this contest!
Your horror is so inspiring to me 💕
This is excellent. Very unsettling