we stood together. holding one another. eyes closed and darkness comes in, not frightening, but comforting. the darkness of the womb, the same darkness that we disappear into under the covers to stop the monsters from getting in. the darkness of childhood, the darkness of memories.
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I could feel her heartbeat, hear her ragged breath, sense through that special bond just how terrified and glad and nervous and strangely confident she was. arm in arm to meet our future.
I felt sorry but could not tell her. this was my fault, all of it. my world had come to an end and it was taking hers and everyone else's with it. perhaps nothing would happen. perhaps the darkness could block out the ugliness outside.
she pulled back a little. not in fear, nor retreat. instinctively I opened my eyes, regretted it for a moment, looked down to her. her beautiful face, her eyes, her mouth. one of those moments where the world goes out of focus and everything seems perfect. the kind of love you don't just know, but feel. the love that comes in the chest, the stomach. mind, body, spirit. love.
a love that was about to be destroyed? or one that would survive while everything around turned to dust?
keeping that gaze, eye to eye, body to body. together forever. till the end.
she leaned her head to one side and looked at me.
Tell me something beautiful.