The illusion

002 | Beauty and the Ghost

She still had beautiful sly cat eyes, those sweet cherry lips, and that little button nose. Has anyone told her that being so gorgeous is a crime? aww man I think I'm falling for her even harder now.

"If being drop dead gorgeous was a crime, you are a criminal you know?" I asked her smirking, as I played with a strand of her hair.

The both of us were sitting in her living room, sharing our past years without the company of eachother. A soft pink covered ber cheeks, like delicate snow on damp Earth.

I confessed that I'm now a Half ghost. She was stunned, and she couldn't help herself but question me more about this revelation. So I took my sweet time explaining to my Angel, about my transformation. I told her, that there were more magical creatures other than me. I told her that wizards and witches do exist. And not everything J.K.Rowling wrote in Harry Potter was a lie (I just had to say it) She was hyped up by the news about witches and wizards. She started inquiring more about the wizarding world in tones of disbelief and shock. It didn't take me long to realize she was still obsessed with wizards and magic. I mean I can't blame her, no one in this generation would believe stuff like this exist.

I seized the opportunity and inquired more about her. I wanted to know her better than anyone. Would she hate me if I confessed my romantic attraction to her? Nevermind. No matter how many years pass, Zelin always remains the same; her gentle voice, her soft smile, her comforting gaze, her careful touch, and her self-less behavior. It never changes. She never changes. She'll always remain as my little Angel.

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Lying down upon the grassy field can really put your world into a new perspective. Looking up into the night sky, I am welcomed by countless stars, constellations, and the moon. For me, the starry night sky is a time of comfort and peace. Away from the city, I am greeted by a sight I usually do not get to view quite often. The serenity and quietness of the nearby trees swaying in the gentle breeze, and the sound of crickets in the night. These precious moments that I get to steal away from the business of the city and life allows me time to think. The night sky grants me time to reflect on my life; yet, a time to set dreams for the future.

I shifted my gaze from the breathtaking spectacle of celestial brilliance to my little Angel who is much more compared to the the dark canvas of the sky. She was looking up at the dark sky adorned with countless points of light, like shimmering diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth. The celestial bodies twinkle and glimmer, casting a soft, ethereal glow that captivates the imagination. The light from the Moon reflected in the eyes of my love, making it a thousand times better than viewing it directly. She looked picturesque in the light of the Moon.

As I lay there with the love of my life, the stars started to form constellations. Cassiopeia, Andromeda, Pisces, Aquarius–they all danced throughout the sky. You could see the planets amidst the stars, and if you had a good eye, there was no doubt you would see a few shooting stars passing by. The sky was endless, signifying the infinite vast universe we are fortunate enough to exist in.

Sitting outside makes me think about how little I am compared to the rest of the known universe, but even going away so far from home gave me an idea of how vast our world is. My journey in the past was rushed and hard, but I'm glad I done it. For me and for her. Alas I done it for love.

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The first signs of lightening of the skies,

Into a pale blue from a dark grey of the night, is when the sun starts to peak, after the night. And the first chirps of the birds sound rather light.

The sky turns pink at times & a pale red other times; most mornings spent watching a rising sun bring about them smiles. And even when not, they bring along a hope of wading the remaining miles.

Like a rising sun every single day, life is all about waking up & those tries. And most beginnings happen in the mornings, from waking up with a smile, and even when not, a morning frown can easily be turned into a smile by night. The fresh air of the mornings is meant to push away the heaviness of the night aside, Or to instill an aura to get you through the day like a joyride.

I went to the washroom to freshen up. I came back and woke Zelin up. I insisted on sleeping in the guest room as I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

Zelin insisted on making breakfast for the both of us. Zelin spread the avocado over the toast and sprinkled tomato on top as if it were cake decorations. There was a joy in how she did it, as if for a moment she was happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in her subtle smile and soft gaze. Then she brought it over, hers and mine, the breakfast that became a part of the rhythm of our recent lives together. For the first time ever I could see every day of my future and I wanted it, I wanted to stay and be apart of it more than anything I've ever wanted.

Once our day gets going it is the easiest thing in the world to get swept away by the routine, the urgent (which, by the way, is quite different from the important), the latest minor crisis (which probably seems major at the time) or, most common of all, the endless stream of useless thought that simply distracts us. Zelin was doing her usual five to ten minutes 'mental preparation' for the day ahead. She has been doing that for a long time. Even when I met her she had the habit. And alas I adapted the habit from her. To do this mental preparation you need to find somewhere quiet, where you won't be disturbed, to sit and focus on what your five senses are telling you - one sense at a time.