The Vicious Blues

Sam was letting up his demons by the sandy seashore. It has been a couple of decades since he has been jinxed by unpleasant flashbacks. He recalled the blonde-haired girl with a fish tattoo, having pretty eyes he wanted to gaze at, throughout the rest of his journey, which drew him into calm, chimeric heavens.

He fairly imagined her sitting beside him, smoking a cigarette and exhaling into the high seas, into the wide empty lanes of life ahead of them. Deep inside, he just knew she was this calm and mysterious kind, dwelling in a virtual world, never wanting to be seen.

Every time he watched her, he used to get butterflies and desired she shared with him the darkest secrets of her life, which never happened. He craved to see the smile in her dimples, which hid her sorrows more than the tears in her eyes which wounded him inside. He agonized he would never get to see her anymore because his therapist told him it was all in his head, which appeared to him like the worst nightmare.

Jack, his mate was getting glad regarding his improving condition and his doctor was reporting a positive remark as well. Sam wasn't even slightly pleased even though he was expecting the same results from his medication. He wanted to go back to the time he lived a life he will never be able to live if he became a normal person like anyone else.

He loved to sparkle around extreme euphoria, highness, hallucinations that seemed true to life, and spending evenings with his other half. He no longer wanted to live but just disappear into the blues. To the world, it was a deeply emotional end but to him, it meant the world.