Opening my eyes, I see it once again, I see the haven so dear to my heart —perhaps soul is more accurate—.

Once again, I see the grass blades swaying with the gentle breeze, I see the mountains in the farthest place, I see sparse clouds colouring the blue sky space.

Once again, I see the hill centring the green plain, I see the majestic tree where it all began.

I lower my eyes with anticipation and dread and see the same scene repeating itself again.

I see a beauty that cannot be described by words, A beauty that I would sacrifice anything to once again truly hold it in my arms, I see  those pink eyes that looked at me once in love, I see that pink hair that was so pleasant to touch, I stare and I would have liked to stay like this to the end of time, but —once again— a masculine voice shatters the dream I wove for myself.

“Eve, I make this oath under this sacred tree; I shall guard your happiness as long as I be.”

And how I wished to hear her voice, but I feared to hear those words that promised the different terms under similar words —be it intentional or not—, how I sometimes wished to have said those words too.

So I —once again— interrupt the super extremely handsome blue-eyed and blue-haired handsome —yes, twice— man.

‘You shall regret speaking those damned words; for the sacred tree has more than the eye beholds.’

Then everything went still, the sky and grass lost their colour and so did the soothing pink.

Only the tree's green and the man's blue remained, the branches and leaves still swayed with the wind and the man finally took notice of my existence, he looked at me as if a fly landed on something he intended to eat and he replied harshly.

“My words to her I shall keep, even if the price is steep.”

I nod my head while smiling bitterly.

‘Your words to her you shall keep, even while you in suffering weep.’

The handsome man looks at me in frustration in that he cannot silence me so he can revel in this moment, but seeing that I don't speak more, he looks back at ‘his’ Eve.

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As colour returns to the world I sigh gently lamenting having to hear the words that damned what would have been a beautiful fairytale into a tragic tale of one-sided love and suffering with no escape.

Once again I hear that clear voice, much more beautiful sounding than the whistles of the wind, much more attractive than the songs of the birds, those words -said by a voice that surpasses musical tunes- that damned me are —once again— coming out with a beautiful tune that makes one dazed.

“And I in keeping your happiness shall do my part; Until death does us apart.”

I watch her smile gently with love in her eyes, this smile I always wished to see again and I indeed did see it but it hurt me more often than it made me smile back.

I watch as my haven —once again— fades around me and I know that my time is up here, I close my eyes and wait, I wish it was all merely a dream, but it was not.

***

Opening my eyes I see it once again, those beautiful brown eyes filled with tenderness, although they are not pink I would know them anywhere.

I feel those gentle hands stroking my hair, and see those lips smiling and hear them saying sweet words to me.

“Good morning, Adam”

My heart skips a beat, but laments returns within my heart as it takes a seat.

As I lament my existence, I hear the door open and irritation and frustration fills my body.

“Urgh, why do you wake it more gently than you wake me up.” said the man with unhandsome face and wretched hair.

“Because he is much cuter than you.” said the beautiful and pretty woman with cute bed hair.

“I'm a man! How can I be cute?!” said the wretched man grumbling.

“He's also much more handsome than you are!” the beautiful and pretty woman told him the undeniable truth as she started brushing her fair chestnut hair.

“How so? Look! It's just a black cat, how can it be described as handsome, even?” the insect spoke in protest not realising it's word brought the ire of the most handsome, brave, strong and valiant feline in the myriad worlds.

“You're just jealous.” said the now elegant and refined woman.

As I look gloatingly at the superficial man in front of me, he looks back at me in irritation.

“I'm not! Look at how it looks at me! Your cat hates my guts.” for once the man spoke something meaningful, unfortunately for him he was ignored.

As they are play-fighting I lay back down and organise and calm my heart, a new day of happiness for one, one of suffering for another, but my feelings are starting to go numb with time and I have long since got used to those feeling that threaten my mind with insanity and instability.

I yawn as I watch the couple making their way to the doorway, while bantering playfully.

I close my eyes and feel out for my soul, letting my spiritual avatar take the shape of my current body, I —once again— follow her to guard her happiness however harsh it may be for me, and keep an oath taken under the sacred tree.