Layering
Layer by layer, again and again.
It was something she understood - something that was fact set in stone, engraved in the ages, yet it was only now that realization had sunk in.
These people...
The smiles, the laughter and the intricate lively dances woven together into a beautiful sticky web.
Tangles.
They were as real as the intangible ideals people hold dear to their hearts.
They were as solid as air.
They were no more than nothingness.
She understood that there were facades - too many to count, too many layers woven in.
And yet she had let herself embrace that seemingly perfect, that seemingly wonderous thing.
What was she thinking?
Or rather, was she even thinking at all?
And when that tangle snapped and wavered under tension, she caught a glimpse of the ugliness within.
It make her recoil in a mixture of fear and disgust.
She saw the hidden depths.
She saw the imperfection.
And suddenly, was reminded that it never was perfect in the first place.
...
Perhaps that was why she was here now, standing here at the edge between reason and idealism.
Standing at the edge...
For he, the epitome of perfection and everything she dreamed of, had reached out to her...
And asked her to come along.
She smiled - a rather bittersweet thing.
She would, will, always choose idealism.
"You came."
She smiled, reveling in the dark velvets of his voice. "Yes, i did."
"Let us go."
She nodded once, turning to follow him almost at once, never sparing that cold, practical reality another glance as she faded into the haze of perfection.
(c) blade 2006
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