Day 3- Daydreams
~ I am tired.
I know you're sick of hearing me complain.
But I am growing weary of the games we play.
If I could sleep forever.
I think I would. ~
It has been two days since we have been locked in tower.
My stomach growls and I feel annoyed silencing it with my mind.
Luke's stomach growls as well but we ignore the sounds.
We are just a little hungry but we don't admit it.
We're a little tired but we don't sleep.
We just sit there and watch the image of faeries as they dance and sing over the flowers from the hologram projected by Luke's telepathic recall power.
I am talking to Luke, my arms wrapped around my legs which are pulled up to my chest. I ask him when his birthday is and he tells me it is the third of January.
"Do you have a lifespan?"
"Yes," he replied. "I have a lifespan of about five hundred years. I am probably about 300 right now or your equivalent of 20. And you?"
"As with most vampiresses I have eternal life. However crosses made of silver or daggers made of wood."
"That's a shame."
"Yes, but its fair. And I don't really believe we die. I just think we return to the darkness, the eternal lonely void from which we came and then we come back to life as we dreamed we would at a time of pure consentual and pure perfect eternity."
"We get to choose this time?"
"Yes and then we get reborn as we please and we get to be human this time and we get to be happy."
"That sounds amazing."
"Thank you. I want you to know, Luke, that I do. I do have hope for the future and I do love you. I think of you constantly and you are always in my heart. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I rarely say things like that. Rarely. You are the light that brings back the faith I have in love and good and right and all the things I ever believed in before. I love you Luke. Thank you so much for being here with me during this time."
"I am so glad you feel that way about me. To be honest. I love you too and I want you to be happy. That's why I am glad that you can find some way to use me. I hope that this will bring you the happiness you are looking for some day."
"I'm tired, Luke."
"I'm tired too, my Angel."
I feel like crying. I want to tell him that I could never put into words how I truly feel about him. I want him to know that there is no real way to express my love for him but I feel like the attempts at manifesting the explanation in articulate conversation has passed me by somehow. So I leave it at that and do not continue speaking to him about it.
I'm hungry and annoyed.
I don't want to think about it.
But I'm hungry.