Hi, hello. i have been having a bunch of random story ideas and I finally decided to put pen to paper and write this story, I also posted on my AO3 account as I am trying to brush up on my skills. I truly hope you enjoy this and I hope to get some type of feedback in case it is horrible.
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The jolt woke me. Not a violent shudder, but a gentle nudge, like a child testing if youโre really asleep. My eyes fluttered open, met by an unfamiliar blur. Gradually, shapes solidified. I was sitting, upright, in a seat upholstered in a faded, almost regal, fabric. A deep burgundy, worn smooth with age.
Panic, a cold fist, squeezed my chest. Where was I?
The last thing I remembered was the sterile scent of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeping of machines, and the white, oh, the relentless white of the hospital room. My vision had been narrowing, sounds fadingโฆ and then, nothing.
I blinked again, trying to clear the fog in my head. The roomโฆ it wasn't really a room. More like a compartment. A long, narrow space with windows that stretched along one side, offering glimpses ofโฆ well, nothing discernible. Just a smear of muted colors, like an abstract painting perpetually out of focus.
Across from me, a man sat staring out the window. His profile was etched with lines of weariness, his hair the color of tarnished silver. He wore a suit, impeccably tailored, but slightly rumpled, as if he'd been traveling for days.
"Excuse me," I managed, my voice a rusty croak. "Whereโฆ where are we?"
He didn't turn, didn't even acknowledge my presence. I tried again, louder this time. "Hello? Can you hear me?"
Finally, he shifted slightly, his gaze still fixed on the passing blur. "Patience," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "We'll be there soon enough."
"There? Where is 'there'?" I insisted, my anxiety escalating. I reached out to touch his arm, but my hand passed right through it.
I recoiled, a gasp escaping my lips. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. This wasnโt right. None of this was right.
He finally turned to face me, his eyes โ a startling shade of blue โ filled with an unfathomable sadness. "Don't fret so, dear. You'll understand everythingโฆ eventually."
His words offered little comfort. I looked around the compartment again, taking in the details. The walls were paneled in dark wood, intricately carved with patterns I couldn't quite decipher. A single, antique lamp cast a soft, amber glow, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. There was a sense of timelessness about the place, as if it existed outside the normal flow of reality.
I noticed a small table beside my seat, and on it, a book. Its cover was blank, devoid of title or author. Hesitantly, I picked it up. The leather felt worn and supple beneath my fingertips. I opened it.
The pages were also blank.
Frustration welled up inside me. "What is this? What's happening?"
The man sighed, a sound like wind whistling through a lonely canyon. "It's different for everyone. Some remember. Someโฆ don't."
"Remember what? Remember where I am? Remember how I got here?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if gathering his strength. "The answersโฆ they're inside you. You just need to find them."
He offered no further explanation. I sank back into my seat, feeling lost and utterly alone. The only sound was the rhythmic hum that vibrated through the floor, a constant, unwavering drone.
I tried to recall the events leading up toโฆ this. The hospital, yes. The illness. It had been swift, brutal. A relentless tide that had swept me away before I had a chance to truly fight. But beyond that, the memories were fragmented, like shards of broken glass.
I thought of my husband, David. His face, etched with worry, swam into focus. The way he held my hand, his touch gentle and reassuring, even when his own fear was palpable. The promises we had made, the life we had plannedโฆ all gone, vanished like smoke in the wind.
A tear escaped my eye, tracing a path down my cheek. Grief, sharp and agonizing, pierced through the confusion. I missed him. I missed him with every fiber of my being.
As the hours drifted by, I became aware of other occupants in nearby compartments. I saw them through the gaps between the carriages, fleeting glimpses of faces etched with a mixture of emotions: confusion, fear, resignation, even peace. Some were alone, others were accompanied by companions, their interactions ranging from tense silence to quiet conversation.
I tried to speak to them, to ask them questions, but my voice seemed to fade into the background noise, unheard and unheeded. It was as if we were all trapped in our own individual bubbles, existing in the same space but unable to truly connect.
The scenery outside the windows remained stubbornly indistinct. Sometimes, I thought I saw shapes forming in the swirling colors โ towering mountains, vast oceans, sprawling cities โ but they always dissolved before I could make sense of them. It was like trying to grasp a dream, the images constantly shifting and transforming, just beyond my reach.
I returned to the blank book, hoping to find some clue, some indication of my purpose. I ran my fingers over the smooth pages, willing them to reveal their secrets. But they remained stubbornly empty.
The man across from me continued to stare out the window, his face an unreadable mask. I wondered who he was, where he was going, what he knew. He seemed to possess a calmness, an acceptance that I desperately craved.
"How long have you been here?" I asked him, breaking the silence.
He didn't turn. "Long enough," he replied, his voice still low and gravelly.
"Do you know where we're going?"
"Eventually. Youโll discover it, one way or another.โ
"And what happens when we get there?" I pressed.
He finally turned to face me, his blue eyes piercingly intense. "That, my dear, is the question, isn't it?"
His answer offered no solace. I felt a growing sense of unease, a feeling that I was on the verge of something significant, something terrifying.
I began to experiment, to test the boundaries of my reality. I tried to open the compartment door, but it was locked, sealed shut. I tried to break the window, but my hands passed right through the glass, as if it were nothing more than an illusion.
I was trapped. Utterly and completely trapped.
Days, or perhaps weeks, blurred into a continuous stream of monotony. The hum of theโฆ whatever it was we were traveling onโฆ became a constant companion, a dull ache in the background of my awareness. I slept fitfully, plagued by fragmented dreams that offered no clarity.
I spent hours staring at the blank book, willing it to reveal its secrets. I tried writing in it, using my finger to trace letters on the page, but nothing appeared. It was as if the book was waiting for something, for a key that would unlock its hidden potential.
One day, I found myself drawn to the window. The colors outside seemed to be shifting, becoming more vibrant, more defined. I could almost make out shapes, forms that hinted at a landscape of unimaginable beauty.
As I watched, a single point of light appeared in the distance, a tiny spark in the vast expanse of color. It grew larger, brighter, until it filled my vision with its radiant glow.
A wave of warmth washed over me, a feeling of profound peace that I hadn't experienced sinceโฆ well, since before the illness. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders, a weight that I hadn't even realized I was carrying.
The man across from me stirred. He looked at me, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's time," he said softly.
"Time for what?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He didn't answer. The light outside intensified, bathing the compartment in its golden radiance. I felt a pull, a gentle but irresistible force drawing me towards the window.
I hesitated, fear warring with anticipation. What awaited me beyond this journey? What would I find at my final destination?
I thought of David, of the life we had shared, of the love that still burned bright within my heart. And I knew, with a certainty that transcended all doubt, that I wasn't alone. That somehow, somewhere, we would be together again.
I took a deep breath and reached out, my hand passing through the window without resistance. I stepped through the opening, into the light.
The sensation was overwhelming. It was like being embraced by a thousand suns, each one radiating warmth and love. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling, letting it wash over me, cleansing me of all pain and sorrow.
When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in a garden.
It was unlike any garden I had ever seen. The flowers were impossibly vibrant, their colors shifting and changing in the light. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, and the sound of birds singing in perfect harmony.
A path, paved with smooth, white stones, wound its way through the garden, leading towards a distant horizon. And standing at the beginning of the path, waiting for me, was David.
He looked younger, more radiant than I remembered. His eyes sparkled with joy, and his smile was as warm and welcoming as the sun.
"Eleanor," he said, his voice filled with love. "You're finally here."
I ran to him, tears streaming down my face. He embraced me, holding me close, and I knew, in that moment, that I was home.
The journey was over. The destination had been reached. And I was finally, truly, at peace.
I looked back, and I could see theโฆ the thing we were riding. It was just a blur of color, fading into the distance. I didn't need to know what it was or where it came from. All that mattered was that it had brought me here, to this place, to this moment.
I took David's hand, and together, we walked down the path, towards the horizon. The future was unknown, but it was filled with hope, with love, and with the promise of eternal happiness.
As we walked, I glanced back one last time. The blur of color was gone, vanished without a trace. And in its place, I saw a single, shimmering star, twinkling in the twilight sky.
I smiled, knowing that somewhere, out there in the vast expanse of the universe, another soul was beginning its journey. And I hoped, with all my heart, that it would find its way home, just as I had.
