Parting Thoughts By: Nick

Note: To explain why I wrote this real quickly I'll just say something short. My school has a thing where you can enter in a short story or poem or such, but it has to be under 750 words. This is the first thing I wrote the night I found out and am thinking of entering.

Across from me she stood. “I never meant for it to be like this,” a tear rolled from her eye as she continued, “I still love you, but I’m sorry it had to be this way.” I blinked. Across from me she stood. Dressed in white, my wife to be. The mind rushing through thoughts, considering our future. Two kids or three? I decided that the right answer was her answer. I smiled as we became one. I had become blind. Silently I stood there as what she said hit me. She wanted to end us, but what could I do? I was helpless. I listened. Across from me she stood. Around us I could hear songbirds sing their joy at being in our presence. Her words that she said to me without hesitation made things clear to me. Everything in the world would now be all right because she loved me. She said it herself. The moment I wished of, the day I longed for, had finally come. My love for her I expressed vocally just as well. Her eyes captured my attention and she smiled at me. Quietly she breathed out, “I know.” I had become deaf. Surprise washed over me as my world collapsed. I stared at her still and realized she was sobbing. I offered my always-caring arms and embraced her. The touch was so familiar that I nearly forgot the situation. Holding me tight, she cried. I thanked her silently as I showed my own sorrow and wept upon her shoulder. I felt. Across from me she stood, With her hand in mine she comforted me. A gentle touch made my worries disappear. Slowly she moved closer and touched her lips to mine. Ecstasy was hardly enough to express the touch of the kiss. It brought a desperation to my heart as I worried what life would be like whenever we were apart. Torture, I decided, but for her I could go through anything as long as there was her. The slight squeeze of her hand still in mine said to me that she thought so as well. I basked in the warmth of her touch. I had become numb. I noticed how she was attempting to stop her crying, though the need to be held was still there. My brief happiness came at knowing that I could still help her. If she needed me I would still be there for her. I pledged myself that I would be hers forever, whenever there was need. A small respite, but it was something. I breathed. Across from me she stood. I sat on a park bench enjoying my book when I spotted he. She took tentative glances at her watch. I studied her quietly and smiled when she looked in my direction. She took a seat next to me. A conversation started with explanations of a friend who didn’t show up and ended with a new friend. The hours we talked are hours I wish to repeat. She was wondrous. I knew that one day wouldn’t be enough of her. We promised to meet again. I had become lifeless. We pushed each other back and stared at one another. She motioned as if to speak, but let that thought go when I shook my head. My arm raised up and I ran my finger along her cheek. Never again I could feel something so sweet. In her eyes I could see the pain that she was going through and the sadness she felt. Time passed. Could have been seconds, could have been hours. Time was irrelevant. I leaned over and tenderly kissed her forehead. Upon leaning back I gave her hand one last, loving squeeze. Memories of the past and dreams of the future left me as our hands came apart. Across from me she stood, until I walked away.