WHAT IS THE COLOR OF LOVE? WEP entry

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From Chapter Fourteen: WHAT IS THE COLOR OF LOVE?

 

Cairo by night.  The desert chill descends, and after the constant swirl of daytime noise from the merchants and passers-by, the silence of the evening is like a roaring wind of absence.

 

I walked beside Meilori as we made our way back to Nikola Tesla’s lab.  I looked at her time and again.  Out of spite towards the now much better behaved Donkor, she wore her hood down.
 

 {In the last chapter, Meilori killed Donkor for daring to try to murder her Samuel.}

I have called Meilori beautiful, and those of you who have read that word think you know what it means.  “Beautiful” evokes paintings of the masters in your mind and perhaps some face of an attractive woman from your past. 

Meilori was of another time, another realm.  To see her was to believe in the stuff of magic, perhaps even to catch glimpses of unicorns in the distance, to hear lost faes’ sad laments in the twilight. 

     To see her face would break your heart with longing and yet heal that heart at the self-same time.  And from that moment on, your heart would beat twice as strong as before.

What does love look like?  What is its color?  A white flash of fright.  A billowing wave of warmth, its reach beyond the microscope and further than the length of hope.  Is it a jewel sparkling in the night?  Or a whisper murmuring within the corridors of the heart?

Love is not a shy beast to be caught but a rare moment to be treasured.  It burns within each cell, a living seed of hope.  Its rays invisible to most, seen only by the searching heart.

 

Her face haunted me, for I knew that her nature being what it was, Meilori would one day walk out of my life forever.  But for the moment, we were one.  And I would pretend that tomorrow would never come.  Never.