Marcus

 The Sun shone down upon her rather strong and piercing as her feet sank into the beach sand at the lining of the gushing water. Tears rolled down her petit face as she looked across the shore into the never-ending sky. All she could think about was his little son, Marcus. They could never stay away from each other and not many people could understand their need for each other, as they would constantly look for each other no matter where they were.

Now, she hadn’t seen him for the last forty-eight hours and didn’t know where he was either. She had looked everywhere till just a few hours ago she gave up and didn’t know where else to look. She didn’t know where else to retrace her memory as to where she could have left him.

She sat down now, tired or just distraught in pain. She dug her slender fingers into the sand with a little frustration while her knees shrugged towards her chest. Her upper body bent slowly and curved to make her whole body look like a ball. She was extremely beautiful yet so perfectly knowing of everything that no one could ever take her for granted. The same way she had always been careful and considerate about Marcus. Just once she let him out of his sight and now she was regretting her action and cursing herself.

She falls asleep while thinking of her son. The waves grow stronger and stronger as the moon comes higher over her closer to midnight but she doesn’t wake up as she dreams of finding him exactly where she left him. Marcus looks at her in the same loving manner as always without a regret of being left there or lost for fort-eight hours. She hugs him with all her life, squishing him tight and not letting go forever. They get ice cream and balloons for themselves and spend the whole day and more after that for a long time. Her dream turns more and more fantastical as she suddenly sees them floating in cotton candy but this time Marcus isn’t that happy. She never knew anything about his disliking of cotton candy, as he never denied anything she gave him. There were tears rolling down his cheeks now and she found it harder and harder to control her movement.

She now wanted to wake up immediately and actually look for Marcus instead of seeing him in such despair. She tried pinching, slapping herself, even falling down but nothing woke her up. She couldn’t feel anything below her feet. Although she did feel cold and wet with his image in front of her, she didn’t know what to do to actually get back to reality. Suddenly she felt his fur on her wet hands and was shocked. She could feel him like he was actually right there in front of her. She looks around and finds that there was no more cotton candy and everything has changed. She felt like she was a fairytale with snowflakes and clouds and light mist around her. Everything was milky white, including her clothes. The only thing that was same in color was Marcus’ fur, maybe because he was an inanimate, just a teddy bear at the end of the day.

Her caretakers at the mental asylum had warned her everyday that Marcus would one day get her killed but she never listened or understood considering her incapability of comprehending the difference between animate and inanimate. She had now died because of him but at least they were both in heaven, happy, with each other.