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Dear Felicity,
Remember that old movie we used to watch when we were little?
IronMan? It was so funny to us to think how people then could only
imagine things like that. Now everything that was just a fragment of
their imagination could be real. Just eight years ago, I thought
everything was perfect. Only in my mind’s eye did I see the death
and chaos that the world could be. Now my imagination is a reality.
I can’t escape it, but what I can do is make believe, just like I was in
a movie. I can pretend, that the world is safe, perfect even. But in
the end, it’s just a big mirage that I’ve whipped up for myself. The
oasis that I see in the distance will never get bigger, just like the
dreams I dream in my sleep will never be real. All I’m doing is
searching for something that I can’t reach. Maybe I’ll stay in this
mirage. Maybe it’ll make the pain of insanity disappear. Maybe this
past world of ours will remain in my mind until everything returns
to nothing. You’ll live for longer than I will, but remember, the
memories of us will last for eternity, even if I’m a world away.
Forever and Always,
Vanessa
Felicity watched the beautiful blueness of her old home morph into
a ball of fire. Tears dripped down her face, staining the dark blue ink
of Vanessa’s last words. Helpless, Felicity stood in front of the glass,
suffering in silence. She felt the warm grasp of Vanessa’s hug,
welcoming her home.
It’s a mirage. An illusion so real you want it to be true.
A trick of the mind
. Nothing more, nothing less.
‘