|My Golden Girl
Author: citrus scented PM
like an angel she flew into my life and when she left i had nothing but her smile in my pocket. sometimes i can still see her, hear her, taste her song but i never know what to say...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Supernatural/Romance - Words: 645 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-05-05 - id: 1931467
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Today I saw an angel. Taut, tanned and perfect her arms were like golden wings swinging through the air rescusing those around her from the half-lit world. I watched her for what must have been an hour before she left.
When she swept out the cafe her cloak of laughter swept out too. Heads turned following it longingly, and when the door swish-swished shut; a shiver of greyskies peeled through the half-empty room. Just like them, I itched to follow her. But unlike them, I did.
I crept out the cafe without even paying my usual 40p tip, following the dewdrop trail of smiles she'd dropped along her way. It wasn't hard to tell where she'd been. Kids bright eyed gazes, mens spellbound gapes and girls self-questioning looks directed me to her. Although the sun had already laid a carpet through the clouds leading to the oak bench by the waters edge.
Seeing her again was panick, pain and wonder all in one goregous mix of delight drenching through me. She was alone. And silently, secretly I rejoyced: she was all mine.
I didn't approach her straight away. Too many noisy words were swarming messily in my head. I had to get them organised. I had to get them perfect. I waited.
Eventually I sat down on the itchy grass beside the gravel path. Evening set a delicate moist blanket around me, but I couldn't feel the icy sea breeze that I usually complained so much about. It was like she'd shut down my senses, just leaving herself. The only element that mattered to me. Still my thoughts clamboured, crawled and crept around mercilessly in my head; like the daddy-long-legs sneaking past up and down my ankles. Still they were unperfect. Still she remained, sitting there sillohetted against the pastel explosion.
It wasn't until the last dregs of the picture-perfect sunset were washed away that she started singing. I knew the song. I'd known the song since I was a child. And I longed desprately now to get up and sing along with her. But I couldn't bring myself to spoil her elegant voice tenderly painting the moonlight. All of a sudden the icy breeze ran up my spine; freezing the army of words and leaving me ever...so...numb....
I got up. I didn't shake away the bugs that clung to me; just like I didnt shake away the notes of the lullaby still echoing crystal clear. I made my way to the bench, slowly -cautiously- at first ending in a run.
When I reached her side she stopped singing, but I could still taste the tune melting in my ears. The moonlight was dim that night, just like everything else, yet her tears sparkled like silver etching on her face. I ached to wipe them away. To make her velvet eyes smile again. I sat down, and instantly was plunged into my own heart thumping numbness.
Everything else evaporated. All I could sense was half the bench, my crazy beating heart and her buttercup skin. I didn't think what to say. Suddenly; I didn't need too.
"Its good to see you again," I whispered shakily, my heart tumbling out with every word.
And with that she smiled. Not the smile from her family portraits. Not the smile from the school photo's and news paper cuttings that had tried to reflect her memory. But the smile she'd always held just for me. The smile she'd wrapped up and given to me so long ago; when I'd told her I loved her.
When I exhaled the trapt breath inside me, the world spun back into view, the sea breeze gathered together, and she blew far, far away.
Leaving me alone once again.