So, I agreed to do a short story challenge for a week. One story a day. Been rattling my brain for decent stories and, I'll admit, a few may be really short, like less than a thousand words short. But I felt the emotion in them, hope you will too. However, the short story I'll reveal later won't disappoint, I hope. Enjoy whatever pops up! I will warn you that short stories aren't my forte, so they'll euther be super short, or kinda on the long side. Here's the first one, which I call, "His Eyes". Enjoy!
I could feel him. Through my pain, I could still feel him. His hand holding mine. His finger tracing my cheek. His lips pressed against my forehead. I loved when he held me in his arms. “I love you.” I love you too! I wanted to scream it. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to see him again. Why couldn’t I see him? “Hold on.” Hold on to what? “Please, hold on.” Why? What was I supposed to do? All I want is to see you. His eyes. Those hands. That smile full of longing. I missed him. Move. Reach out. Why are my arms were heavy? My body felt weighted. I was so tired. As the pain rippled through my muscles, images flittered by. Clouds drifting lazily in the wind. Leaves falling from their branches. My love embracing me. My heart was given to him that day. The very heart that longed to see him. Move fingers. Please, let me reach out. As hard as I tried, nothing. Maybe some more sleep wouldn’t hurt, more rest to gain more energy. The pressure on my hand tightened. He was holding me, but I couldn’t hold him. Yet, I could sleep as long as I knew he was here, staying with me. Drift away into the darkness that was consuming me. I could find peace, even of just for a moment. That sound. It’s long and loud, grating my ears. Please be quiet. The weight on my chest grew heavier and his hand left mine. No! Don’t leave me. “Jen!” Ow! My chest hurt. Ow! Stop! Ow! Lighting shot through my system. My body hurt more. Why would you do that to me? Where are you? I need you! Come back! “I’m here Jen. Just please wake up.” Wake up? I was already asleep? I don’t remember going to bed. That pressure returned. I wished my hand would close, wrapping around his. Anything. I would do anything to see him again. Small water droplets fell onto my hand as I felt him interlace his fingers with mine. “I love you, Jen.” His lips pressed against my palm. “Don’t leave me yet.” I won’t. My fingers were against his cheek, rough stubble waking my nerves. Stubble, he hasn’t shaved. Strange, he kept a clean face. I could remember holding his face, my palms covering his cheeks as I pulled him closer until our lips touched. How I loved this man. Yet, his eyes. Those eyes that I knew were gorgeous alluded me. Blue? Or were they green? They couldn’t have been brown. Hazel maybe? This was frustrating. Infuriating even. How could I not remember? “Jen?” Fingers brushed across my cheek, but his voice, strained, sad. Don’t cry. My love, don’t shed your tears. There’s no need. Please, don’t cry for me. I beg you. Stubble filled my hand again. My love, wait for me. For I swear I will see you again. I will see your beautiful sky filled eyes again.
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