被禁止的爱情（2）终极篇章
Friday, July 10, 2009
审判后的决定：
就在看到Hebe的那一瞬间, Aaron似乎就已经下定决心要这样做了.
至少, 他在临死前... 还看到了她最后一面.
Hebe: 为什么..
她弯下身在他光滑的额头上落下了一个淡淡的吻.
就在这一刻, 她终于明白了Vivian临死之前的那一句话.
潘朵拉的咒语..
她终于解开了.
但是.. 为什么结局既然是这样..?
他们.. 既然又被耍了.
原来, 从始至终都是他在幕后操作.
《潘朵拉》的咒语既然是个终极秘密... 而知道这个秘密的人, 都已经不存在了.
她早该想到, 他总有一天也终究会离开. 因为, 这一切都只不过是他在脑海里创造出的梦境. 而他们, 毕竟也只是他创造出的虚拟世界中的一部分.
或许, 奇迹就在于此: 亚纶根本就不明白这一切都只是他想象出来的.
他不属于这个世界, 因为他是它的创造者, 也将是决定它的存与亡的最终审判者.
寒宇冥希-香曾经说过: "被禁止的爱情最终的秘密.. 环绕在某个人的身上. 在秘密被揭晓之前, 爱情永远得不到允许. 这就是.. 潘多拉的咒语.."
她错了. 秘密的确是被揭晓了, 但它却使那曾经燃烧着的爱情陷入彻底的绝望.
"Hebe..." 他倒在她的怀里, 轻轻地念着她的名字. 鲜血从他的嘴角不停的流出.
"为什么, 为什么要那么折磨自己..? 笨蛋亚纶, 你答应过我要好好得活下去的..!! 这算什么, 逞英雄吗...?" 她哭了. 为什么即便是知道了真相, 她却还是那么关心他..? 为什么即便是知道他们是不可能的了, 她却还是为他流下了眼泪..?
他俊美的脸孔在月光下显得那样的苍白, 才半年不见, 他却已经瘦得差点不成人形. 为什么他就是不懂得如何好好照顾自己呢..? 他单薄的的身子在她的怀抱里不停地发抖着, 但他却还是故作微笑, 假装自己似乎没事似的.
"我说过, 只要你一天还是朱丽叶, 我就永远是你的罗密欧. 如果你发生了什么事, 我是不会单活的." 他的声音微微的颤抖着, 他明明是在硬撑.
"那么, 我现在回来了. 为什么你还是离我而去..?" 她哭着捶打着他的胸前. 那么彻底的绝望, 是前所未有的. "我讨厌你, 炎亚纶..!!"
这一次, 她清楚的明白. 她已经留不住他了. 他始终还是会离开.
他轻轻地笑了, 但那却是那么一丝苍白的笑容啊~
"你讨厌我吗, Hebe? 既然是这样... 那请你忘了我..." 他不停地咳嗽, 最终咳出了又一摊鲜血.
Jiro生气地走到了他的面前, "纶, 你知道自己在说什么吗..?! 你怎么可能要Hebe就这样忘了你..?!"
"这是为了把对她的伤害减到最低..."
他无力的说道.
Hebe忽然抱住了他的颈项, "对不起, 纶..!! 我做不到..!!"
他淡淡地笑了, 但那小小的动作却是那样的痛苦啊.
"Hebe... 看着这双眼睛." 他把她拉到自己面前, 让她盯着他双美丽的紫色瞳孔. "记住我的眼睛."
"...为什么...?" 她不解的问道.
"..咳咳.. 请永远的记住... 咳咳.. 曾经有一个男人深深地爱着你, 直到生命结束的那一刻也从未后悔... 即便以后将生死分离, 这份爱与执着也会永远的延续下去. 直到永远..."
他在她的唇瓣上轻轻地印下了一吻, 他爱的象征.
这一世, 没有人会比我更爱你...
"纶, ..." 家萱看不下去了, 捂着嘴巴跑了出去.
"能认识你们是我这一生最大的福气, ...咳咳, 谢谢你们..." 亚纶亮起了甜美的微笑, "还有, Hebe... 我真的好爱你..." 他感觉得到, 自己的时间不多了, 生命即将走到尽头. 但这一次, 他没有任何遗憾.
"我累了, 你能唱首歌给我听么..?" 他忽然抬起头问Hebe.
她流着泪水, 最终还是点了点头.
那是首《只对你有感觉》, 他们第一次相遇时所共享的一份记忆...
"..微笑再美再甜不是你的都不特别, 眼泪再苦再咸有你安慰又是晴天.." 她用最纯洁的声音去唱, 他用最诚恳的心去聆听. "..我只对你有感觉.."
是的, 我只对你有感觉...
那一句歌词后, 亚纶紧握着Hebe的手松开了, 掉落在他的身旁.
她最终还是哭了.
Aaron, 我爱你... 永永远远, 只爱你一人...
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2009年, 7月3日
"奇迹啊, 真的是奇迹啊..!! 喂, 你听说了没有..? 307号房的病患终于醒了耶..!!"
"不会吧..? 这都三年了耶, 怎么会突然就醒过来了..?"
穿着整洁的白色制服的护士小姐们全都围在307号房外讨论这最新的消息. 听说, 这个病患在三年前的今天遇上了车祸. 从此就再也没有挣开过眼睛了.
"这真的是太好了..!! 对了, 他叫什么名字..? 听说是个小帅哥啊..!!"
"好像是什么亚的."
"是炎亚纶啦..!!"
"对对, 就是炎亚纶..!!"
此时, 躺在床上的少年慢慢的挣开了他的双眼. 奇怪的是, 它们既然是如此奇妙的紫色. 但如此俊美的面孔上, 既然挂着淡淡的忧愁.
这时, 门外的护士们的吵闹声传进了他的耳朵.
亚纶皱了皱眉头. 已经三年了吗, 他的记忆空白一片.
"呃, 你们谁愿意进去送早餐给他吃啊..!!" 门外, 护士长端着一盘美味的早餐, 纳闷的看着把病房围的滴水不透的花痴护士们.
"让我去..!!"
"不, 让我..!!"
瞬间, 护士们争先恐后的想得到这"荣誉之职".
但就在这一刻, 护士长发现了安静的站在一旁的一位护士.
"你去吧." 她说道.
那名女护士没有说话, 只是点了点头, 接过了早餐便推开了房门走了进去.
那时的少年正在欣赏窗外的风景. 她清了清嗓子, "很抱歉打扰你, 这是你的.."
她的话还没说完, 少年就已经走下床, 面对着她.
她害羞的抬起了头. 那一刻, 他们四目对望. 她认出了那双独一无二的紫色瞳孔.
"Hebe."
"亚纶, 好久不见."
有情人终成眷属, 他们找到了属于自己的幸福.
The End♥♥~
THE Prophecy
One by one… One by one… Man all over the world will start disappearing one day. One after another. The day will come when all mankind cease to exist. The dim-witted mortals who once thought themselves invincible… Will perish in the unavoidable catastrophe. The day will come, and no one will survive.
The horrifying words came out in a rasping whisper. Dry, cracked lips barely move to form the cursed words that signify that man’s downfall will approach before long. Pale, slender fingers reached out to feel the fifty-two words that have suddenly appeared on the whitewashed wall. Engraved on the surface of one wall, the dreadful words were a deep crimson red, the color of blood. “Finally, I thought that this day would never come.” A faint smile appeared on Aldric’s face. “It’s been far too long…” Time had either been too kind or too cruel to this man.
He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted them. It was blood, its salty taste lingering on his tongue. It didn’t take him long to realize: The words were written with blood. The malodorous tang of blood was starting to get too strong to bear.
Soft moonlight shone through an open window, casting its radiant glow on the young man. His skin was flawless, and smooth, like porcelain. Shoulder-length honey blond curls framed his face, a face that many would consider attractive. His eyes were a cold brown.
Yet, young as he appeared to be, he wasn’t anything close to young. He had lived for two hundred and seventy-three years, tortured by the fact that he could neither age nor die. It wasn’t that he never tried. He had more than once attempted suicide just to proof that he was alive; Yet, he had never once succeeded. If there was a section in the Guinness Book of Records for “Most Number of Attempted Suicides”, he would have held an unbreakable World Record.
He had spent more than half of his life trying to get himself involve in road accidents, deliberately stepping in front of cars just as the traffic light turned green, but this always seems to end with an enormous dent in the car bumper and he, once again, escaping from the clutches of death. He wasn’t being pessimistic, he just needed to feel the pain to proof that he was still alive.
Once, he had even bought a pistol to do the job. He knew that there was only one way to do it. Quickly. Raising the terrifying cold weapon to his temple, he squeezed the trigger. The bullet was fired, going straight through his skull, but he was still alive. There was only one explanation for it.
It was not possible for his body to undergo any changes. No matter what he did to it, not even a bruise will appear. Since his seventeen birthday, his appearance had stayed pretty much the same. For eternity.
For about two centuries, he struggled to put an end to a life that should have ended a long time ago. Until he was finally forced to accept the fact that he was now an
Immortal. A cursed being.
For around two and a half century, he had spent his life in this dark cottage, afraid to face the outside world. Fearing that people might take him for a freak when they come to realize what he really was. And also because, this was where he first realized that he was now an Immortal.
Friends that have grown up with him had aged and passed away a long time ago. The people that he once knew were all gone. He… Was alone in a world that he should have left long ago. He didn’t belong here.
Yet, now that the Prophecy had been spoken. Death had crept in and seize hold of his broken soul. All these while, Aldric had lived for this to happen. Only this instance, as his life slowly seeps away, did time finally start for him again, eventually catching up with him. The second hand on his watch starts to run again; For the past two hundred and fifty years, it had stopped at 4.44AM. Now, time was fast-forwarding for him, making up for the hundreds of years that it had paused for.
His initially raven hair slowly turned white and fell off like snakes withering in pain, shriveling on the cold marble floor before eventually turning into white ash. Like some kind of strange pattern, every single inch of his papery skin starts to wrinkle and liver spots began to appear. His stiff frame hunched over, giving him a bad hunchback. His legs slowly failed him, and he had to press his hands to the wall to stable himself, preventing him from falling over. His eyesight was deteriorating. Even so, there was something gleeful in his bright eyes. This was what he wanted.
“Goodbye.” Aldric muttered as the last of his strength left him. It was like the light of life in his eyes suddenly dimmed and died. His eyeballs rolled back into his head, exposing the milky white of his pupils.
He fell to the ground, unmoving, and he never will again. Where his hands came in contact with the whitewashed wall earlier, he left behind two bloody handprints.
Then, a hideous process began taking place. His body began decomposing at a paranormal speed. His skin started to rot away, exposing the muscles and tissues behind. A disgusting odor of decay and death started to fill the room. A minute later, there was nothing left but a white skeleton lying in an awkward position on the ground. Rags that used to be clothes hang loosely off its thin frame.
At this moment, the wooden door of the cottage was blown open by a strong gust of wind. And it was this gust of wind that caused the skeleton to fall apart and turn into dust.
Plop! Plop! Two bloody eyeballs landed on the floor, staring accusingly at nothing in particular. These were the only evidences left to show that a man called Aldric had actually walked on the surface of Earth.
In the background, an old grandfather clock continues ticking, silently mocking mankind. These ugly creatures will perish, soon. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Time is running out for the foolish mortals who did not even realize that their end is near. It won’t be long before all of them perish… every single one of them…
To be continued...
