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The man opened his eyes.

Green. Pale green. The wall was painted a green he knew so well, the color that held his most cherished memories and his most foul nightmares.

But before he saw, he felt.

Warm and comfortable- though he knew he shouldn’t be. Wrapped in the familiar sensation of skin touching skin.

But before he felt, he breathed.

Strawberry and flowers filled his nostrils. The sweet scent lingered in his nose, but has always been in the back of his mind. He knew this smell. He knew it very well. Savoring the smell, he reluctantly exhaled.

He was in a pale green room. The walls were lined with little trinkets on shelves and photos from another time. A mural of a naked woman was painted on the wall toward his feet. The sun was shining through sheer curtains, spilling warmth onto the bed.

A head of auburn hair rested on his chest. He felt his right arm on the naked woman’s waist. He slowly let his fingers trace the gentle curves to the back of her neck. He leans slightly forward, and smells the hair again. He knows this girl. He felt her heart beat in sync with his own.

Slowly, the girl starts to stir. The man felt her fingernails on his chest. He wanted to see her face. He pushed the blanket down as she slowly woke up. Then her saw her face.
Anna.

At that very moment, he wanted to tell her every single thing that he was feeling.

Grief. Regret. Loneliness. Anger. Resentment.

But there was always something about Anna that caught his eye.

Her green eyes.

He remembers seeing her in that green dress. It was a simple dress- but that’s all she ever needed. She didn’t need jewelry. She didn’t need make up, nor did her hair need to be covered in product. It was just her favorite dress- she needed. He wished he could’ve seen her eyes in that dress.

His fingers followed her features. Peaceful eyes, soft lips, ticklish ears. He always loved her small shoulders- docile and easy. He let his hand feel the pulse on her neck.

“Anna, I’ve….”

Anna suddenly looks very sad.

Anna started to speak.

At first he heard nothing, but then he heard muffling. He listens intently, but doesn’t understand.

The room starts to shake, tossing the small trinkets off their shelves and knocking photos off the walls. The painting of the naked woman starts to run off the wall, dripping onto the floor. The pale green starts to fade into a grey.

Suddenly, Anna’s not in his arms anymore.

A loud horn starts to build up.

He calls out her name.

The horn gets louder.

He calls her name over and over again.

The horn is almost deafening.

“This is Anna! I can’t come to the phone-“

Without warning, there is nothing but silence and black.

To be continued…

Camera: Nikon D40
Exposure: 0.003 sec (1/320)
Aperture: f/13.0
Focal Length: 50 mm