Illusions - Firo Prochainezo

I had a dream once that I could hold you
But I woke up and you were gone

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A short dream of a bright-eyed woman, aged twenty, smiling happily at him with pearl white teeth, and lips painted red.  Her [h/c] locks, curled into tight ringlets, traced down her back and to her waist, and pieces hung over her shoulders, framing her freckled face.

His arms were wrapped around her petite frame, his chin rested on her shoulder, and he breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of her skin.  His lips pecked her collar bone, bringing her closer, holding her tighter.  Her small hand was placed at the side of his head, and she breathed in slowly.  He wanted for this moment to last forever, for these days to never leave.

"Firo," she breathed,
and he woke up.

He had to leave her many, many years ago.  They could never be together, never marry, never have children, never grow old together.  It was simple;
[Name] was aging, and he wasn't.

Leaving her was the toughest thing to do.  He never told her about his immortality, for it might frighten her.  He couldn't explain to her the reason they couldn't be together.  So at the darkest point of night, he left her, without a word.

Firo didn't know what happened to [Name] after that.  Maybe she moved on, married, had children, grew old with her spouse, and died.  Maybe she died an old maiden.  Either way, she was dead now.
And all he had were memories from many decades ago.

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