Chapter 22. Farewell To The Aimer

Farewell to "The Aimer" when I tried to take my life. For her love for me was to strong within this life, that she knocked the shotgun out of my mouth, and accidentally caused me to fire into Anna-Marie's chest. It was the first time I felt that I might lose her again, and we tried taking her to the doctor.

She died that night.

The news libeled "The Aimer" who aimed for nothing but my heart. She tried to get them to recant, but it was to late. The angry mob was after her to remove her head.

They didn't understand she was trying to save my life. They did not understand she did not mean to kill Anna-Marie. They didn't understand that if she did not knock out the gun from my mouth, everyone including her would be so sad to see me go despite not believing it myself with a degree of lack of self-respect.

They took my Anna-Marie, they almost took Lisa-Marie. And now despite anything I could do, they would take "The Aimer" who aimed for my heart.

She went away asking for me to protect Lisa-Marie.

They dragged her into the street, and closed a Guillotine loop around her neck. The angled projectile blade cut cleanly, her black curls tumbling to the pavement coving the ground with blood. Her face convulsed, the severed neck losing blood rapidly. The crowd jeered with a kind of empathy I was not expecting. Only the gang wanted her dead. Nobody else wanted her to lose head. She died in sixty seconds.

Lisa-Marie cried in my shoulders.

I had nowhere else to go.

I only wanted to cry too.

I had dreams of a love with a tulip girl. Her funeral tap dance to the end of time. Farewell to sorrow, for we are only children.

The thing about the East and the West, we really are not so different from each other. We have minor cultural difference. Sometimes the fashion choices differ, sometimes we find a dichotomy between conservative and liberal values. Yet those values serve to separate those who could be lovers beyond the dreamer's edge. Make us forget how human everyone really is.

Lisa-Marie is not with me now, I am in a field of flowers beyond the dreamer's edge. I find Anna-Marie and "The Aimer" telling the stories of the "new US" that need not be separated by politics. Their love for me transcended all immortal qualities and quantities of love beyond the star crossed by time.

It was our love triangles rhyme.

They greet me as I have a threesome with them in a field, with them caressing my nude body, themselves also nude and happy.

We were the lovers that died together.

My only worry now is for Lisa-Marie, as I imagine her future.

I hope she knows how to dispose of me.

I hope she doesn't lose her head.