Eyes of Pain 2

I ran, for what seemed like an entire lifetime. This wasn't Earth anymore, it was some sort of parallel universe. It all gave me a headache. The tree's branches were the roots. The gras was a  silvery-white hair, that tickled my paws as I glided through.
I was lost inside my mind. Past had finally found me, and was here to haunt me.

There she stood, by the edge of the water. Her violet hair blowing wildly in the wind that surrounded only her. Her back was to me, but I knew, she knew, I was here. She turned and faced me. I whimpered at the sight of such hideous beauty, for her eyes were completely gold. She had no pupils, but she was not unseeing. She smiled at my reaction.
WHEN YOU CAN NOT SEE BEAUTY, BEAUTY WILL SEE FOR YOU.
I noticed her fingers, her finger nails were painted with live purple and white flames. WHAT AM I DOING HERE? I question, carefull to avoid her touching my fur with those firery hands.
YOU ARE STUCK IN A
WORLD NOT LIFE, NOT DEATH. YOU ARE NON-EXISTENT TO ANYONE YOU'VE EVER KNOWN.
EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN, EVERY DREAM, SONG, PICTURE, PERSON,THOUGHT, DREAM OR MEMORY YOU'VE EVER HAD EXISTS HERE.
I lived in the world for the rest of time. Replaying my favorite moments, living in my fondest paintings, but I was careful not to enter the room where every thought of him was held. Careful not to give into temptation, careful not to have my heart broken a thousand more times.

I was happy in this world, Renee showed me the true meaning of bliss. I could do what I wanted as I pleased. But one day, a storm came through...
I had been so careful to not think of it, to not eneter anything that carried his name. Then, memory hit me in the face, causing me to errupt in tears. I howled and cried at the moon, which appeared again before me. Rain started pouring down over my creation, washing away my happiness. all that was left was the woods where I had ran too a hundred years before. Things had changed. I could smell death, and the plants and trees were all dead and burned. I tried to run, but faces surrounded me, taunting me. I leaped into the fire, trying to escape, but the flames danced away.

I stopped, nearly flipping over my front legs. The headstone, read his name, he was dead. I let him die. I left him alone.