Real world, and a door opens
Sylvia slowly walked away, but then she thought she faintly heard a door opening, and sounds of conversations, glasses clinking, and the chatterings of various voices and languages in the distant.
Then a voice she wasn't sure she would ever hear with her own ears again.
Calling her.
"Lauren? Sylvia?" Her heart caught in her throat as she stopped in mid-step, and glanced back. And he was standing there. Looking right at her, framed in a doorway. And he was smiling that warm smile he always seemed to have around her. The background seemed to be...a bar? What the?
But she wasn't going to ask about that right now. Not after finding each other after all this time. She turned around and slowly starting walking toward him.
"Truman?"
He ran toward her, wrapping her in a embrace before kissing her passionately. Trying to make up for all those lost years in a moment.
There was kissing, and then finally breaking away to speak a little. Trying to catch up, her telling bits of her life, him telling her about the amazing place he went to after stepping through the fake sky. It seemed like it could last forever.
But of course, real life was never that easy. They had moved to a quiet alleyway, but all it took was for one person to sight them. Then another. And another. And another. And then the calling, yelling, and RUNNING began.
And there's no time, no time but to run.
Truman finally reached a door and started to turn it. He gestured for her to go ahead, but something repelled her back.
"No, you go, Truman. Get away before they get you. Be free," she urged him, and gave him a gentle push to urge him more.
Truman seemed torn, "But what about you?"
"I'll be fine. You can escape, but I can't go with you yet. Something's stopping me."
He turned to the door. He was afraid of this. He had heard how only certain people could go, and it was based on the whim of the Landlord.
He turned back, and cupped her face, "I'm coming back for you. I promise. Got my solemn vow, and I don't give those away lightly, you know." His face briefly crinkled up with humor, but his pained eyes showed that the levity was forced right now.
And the crowds drew closer, and there was no time except for one last kiss, before he ran back into the bar.
She watched the door vanished behind him, just as a large crowd of people arrived, and began questioning and arguing amonst themselves.
She thought to herself, I know. I love you, too.
Then a voice she wasn't sure she would ever hear with her own ears again.
Calling her.
"Lauren? Sylvia?" Her heart caught in her throat as she stopped in mid-step, and glanced back. And he was standing there. Looking right at her, framed in a doorway. And he was smiling that warm smile he always seemed to have around her. The background seemed to be...a bar? What the?
But she wasn't going to ask about that right now. Not after finding each other after all this time. She turned around and slowly starting walking toward him.
"Truman?"
He ran toward her, wrapping her in a embrace before kissing her passionately. Trying to make up for all those lost years in a moment.
There was kissing, and then finally breaking away to speak a little. Trying to catch up, her telling bits of her life, him telling her about the amazing place he went to after stepping through the fake sky. It seemed like it could last forever.
But of course, real life was never that easy. They had moved to a quiet alleyway, but all it took was for one person to sight them. Then another. And another. And another. And then the calling, yelling, and RUNNING began.
And there's no time, no time but to run.
Truman finally reached a door and started to turn it. He gestured for her to go ahead, but something repelled her back.
"No, you go, Truman. Get away before they get you. Be free," she urged him, and gave him a gentle push to urge him more.
Truman seemed torn, "But what about you?"
"I'll be fine. You can escape, but I can't go with you yet. Something's stopping me."
He turned to the door. He was afraid of this. He had heard how only certain people could go, and it was based on the whim of the Landlord.
He turned back, and cupped her face, "I'm coming back for you. I promise. Got my solemn vow, and I don't give those away lightly, you know." His face briefly crinkled up with humor, but his pained eyes showed that the levity was forced right now.
And the crowds drew closer, and there was no time except for one last kiss, before he ran back into the bar.
She watched the door vanished behind him, just as a large crowd of people arrived, and began questioning and arguing amonst themselves.
She thought to herself, I know. I love you, too.