[ wp ] Describe something beautiful . It could be an alien landscape , or a person you fell in love with . It could be a gift that arrived at the perfect time and brought you up out of depression . Hell it could even be a simple conversation .

I pat the top of my head with a sigh, I could already hear them banging the block I had created. 
 
 `` Fuck off... `` I mutter, refusing to give them any chance to take over, I was determined to hold on to all this, all this that I've created for myself. 
 
 To think, I spent so many years, locked away in this mind. It was like the purgatory, I could not feel anything nor could I see anything. My mind broke down slowly yet surely, incapable of coping with the lack of senses. 
 
 Now that I'm here, I refuse to let go. All these senses, who knew that air had no smell, that there are so many colors brightening this world, that I could fall in love. 
 
 Life is a beautiful thing, is it not? 
 
 With a small smile, I took a deep breath in appreciation and grasped her hand, turning to look at her as I leaned over to plant a small kiss on her pink lips. 
 
 She was my life, her a small stature, beautiful personality and cute features. Her large brown eyes were like a doe's; gentle yet wary, her little nose that went red with slight teasing and her small lips that were quick to purse together in an adorable pout. The combination of those features made her perfect and me the happiest man alive. 
 
 So what if it hurt? I would bear any pain to stay with her. If I had stayed in that place any longer, I would have went mad. 
 
 `` Look, the flowers.'' I pointed with a smile at daises dotted the ground, their prominent pure white color making them stand out from the green grass. 
 
 Flashing me a smile in return, she walked over to them, shaking free of my grasp and squatting down to pick one of them, standing back up, she delicately placed the stem onto my ear. 
 
 `` You're all pretty now. `` she giggled. 
 
 `` Not as beautiful as you.'' I complemented as I leaned over yet again, but this time I rubbed her small nose with mine, happy knowing that I was the one that caused it to turn red. 
 
 `` You're so mushy!'' she replied with a blush, her little nose turning scarlet in a second as she grabbed my hand to pull me to a nearby table. 
 
 We were having a picnic, in my arms were a small basket filled with drinks, sandwiches I prepared and a ring. 
 
 Time was running out after all. 
 
 But as we walked leisurely towards the bench, I doubled over after a wave of sudden pain from my head. 
 
 `` Ah....!'' I groaned, grabbing my head. 
 
 Not now. I could feel the walls breaking. 
 
 Please. I only need a month more. 
 
 I beg you, please do n't take me away. 
 
 They were pushing, more than ever. 
 
 Please no, I just..... 
 
 `` Are you alright!? `` She asked with worry, placing her hands carefully on my cheeks, as if afraid of harming me. 
 
 Its breaking. 
 
 I looked up at her with tears, it's too late. 
 
 How foolish were me to think that they would let me do as I wish? 
 
 `` I-I love you.'' I spoke, `` Take the small box from the basket.'' 
 
 `` Bu-'' she tried to reply, but I stopped her, `` Just open it. `` 
 
 Her hands reached out to the basket which I had dropped due to the pain, her fingers curling around the handle while her other hand reached inside to find the box. 
 
 `` Is this it? `` She asked, her brown eyes shining with tears that showed how scared she was right now. 
 
 I nodded, I need to hear her reply before I was taken away, this is now all I need. 
 
 She opened it carefully, seeing the diamond sparkle, she laughed hesitantly, `` Is that all it is? A little joke to surprise me before the proposal? `` though she laughed, I could tell she was still worried. 
 
 `` Yes, of course. `` I replied weakly, `` So what's your reply. `` 
 
 `` Oh, I-'' 
 
 I, what? I wanted to ask, but I realised. 
 
 I realised, it was too late. 
 
 They had taken me away. 
 
 But right now, I could still see her face, her lips moving as her eyes sparkled with excitement. 
 
 They took everything away but my sight. 
 
 My hand moved out to slap her as a small white Daisy fell from above, but it was n't me. I did not do that. 
 
 She was now on the ground, the little flower next to her. 
 
 From her expressions, I could tell, she was shocked as she listened to `` me'' speaking. 
 
 Tears filled her eyes as her face distorted with melancholy. 
 
 What was `` I'' telling her? 
 
 I do n't know. 
 
 Right now, I ca n't feel anything. 
 
 Not even the love I had, for her. 
 
 Why did I want to make her mine? 
 
 I do n't understand. 
 
 Why was I so bent on fighting for all that? 
 
 I do n't know. 
 
 I suppose, nothing was meant to be. 
 
 I have to stay here. 
 
 Glancing at her tear stained face for the last time, I closed my eyes and lost all of my senses, my ability to think detoriorating. 
 
 Those eyes, have I seen it before? 
 
 No. 
 
 So why was she looking at me like that? 
 
 Who is she? 
 
 What is she? 
 
'Life is a beautiful thing, is it not? But alas, the fleeting time I had is is far too short.' A string of words entered my mind. 
 
 This voice....is it mine? I do n't know. 
 
 What was I thinking about, a moment ago? 
 
 I ca n't remember, all that's left in my mind is a white flower. 
 
 What is that? I do n't know. 
 
 I suppose I should leave now. 
 
 Goodbye. 
 

