<color=”ff0000″)The below story was written based on a song titled ‘Heartbeats’ by the band ‘The Knife’.  A friend asked me for my interpretation of this song and I just opened myself up to the raw emotion of the song.

Falling into You.

An angel’s countenance on a demons face.

A hand on her waist, his shoulder, entwining themselves in each other. Fingers laced together, foreheads touching, eyes closed in sleep.

Her dark face calls to him through the dreams, pulling him closer and closer into her. Her dark swirling oblivion mists summon him into their depths. They scream wordlessly of pain and suffering, wracking sobs that fill him with a pain previously unknown.

Slowly he circles above the writhing dream mass, a dove on the wing – far above the storm. Contemplating her rescue, her love, his faith in their togetherness. A union not foretold yet fated perhaps.

Again the raw emotion that spills forth from the mists of Dream wrack him with pain. Her broken heart is obvious and he can barely stop himself from flying recklessly into oblivion.

Can something so broken ever be remade?

He sheds a tear, the sorrows of Her rolling down his face in one droplet.

He plummets downwards, ever down, into swirling mists of grey, black and vermilion. The storm is fierce here and he can barely control this form he has taken. It is too light – this white dove of peace. He snaps his wings once and changes again, this time into a wedge tailed eagle.

His new shape allows him to ride the currents ever downward, against all odds, until he nears the vortex… The winds scream and howl, her soul torn bear, the feelings pummel and assault him, he cries out in wordless rage and falls.

…Awakening to find himself wrapped in pieces of her dreams.

Her angel face contorted by a demon countenance.

She emerges from the dream as one drowning, gasping for air and clawing at him. He takes both her wrists and kisses her nose softly, then moves to her lips, gently prying them apart with his tongue.

He drinks her down; he takes her deep within himself. Absorbing all her pain, he drinks deeper still, until his insides are silently in mourning in tune with hers.

Her eyes flick open and lock on his, a strange calm descending on her. A hypnotic lull as her eyes fade from sable to cerulean. She smiles and closes her eyes, resting at last in peaceful slumber.

He slips to the edge of the bed, head in his hands, knowing full well that he has sealed his own fate. In one moment he has changed his Everything.