Author: HiddenCreek PM
This is just a little story I wrote for Leap Year date! Happy Feb. 29 everyone because it only comes once every four years :DRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Sci-Fi - Words: 898 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3001511
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Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this small tidbit for Leap Year! *for my reviewers for my other story 'That Summer' I am updating that this weekend, I'm sorry for the long wait* Anyways please read and review. Thanks!-
I tuck the basket of goods beneath my arm as I trudge towards the outside. Grassland meets my half-hearted gaze and a yellow sun gleams above the sparkling blades and swaying red and green leaves crossing the paths against my calm expression.
My knees move higher, causing my legs to take longer steps upward as I continue to make my way up hill. I cast a blank look to the left and catch sight of sturdy trees alined in a row covering a dark forest; an entrance to an unknown world which I never intend to venture. I turn my head to the right and find myself staring immensely towards our blinding bright star and vast, moving ocean.
I make my way to the peak of the hill and stop slowly, sighing. I sit at the same tempo and lay my back against a sturdy trunk, gazing into hues of blue and green and tints of red and orange. I set the basket to my left, cross my legs in front of me and place my palms against the soft blades of grass and uneven dirt beneath.
And then I wait. I wait for what seems like eternity- as cliche as the phrase sounds, it is nonetheless the truest description for it. I munch onto my yellow apple- I never favored the red ones- and gently close my muddy brown eyes, as boring as my demeanor. I continue to wait as I have been doing for countless years..
When the clouds begin to gray and the sun is almost no more..
When the rainbow of splaying colors have lost their shine and melt into each other..
When the world- for just a moment- seems as quiet as I..
I see you..
And all your youthful beauty which never fails to quicken the beat of my heart. Your eyes gleam with a bubbly light blue. Your face is devoid of blemishes and your smile brightens the entire evening. You calmly walk over, as light as a feather; a delicate flower. You sit close beside me and grip my sweating palm. Your short angelic curly, auburn hair blows in a perfect angle and light seems to eminate from your graceful presence.
Your small, childlike hand comes up to stroke my burning cheek and you smile with a warmth that floods my whole being.
"Luke.." you say, just above a whisper.
I nod shortly in response. This has always been our way. My silence and your vibrance.
"I'm so sorry."
I grip your hand tighter, inquiring of the apologetic tone. You have already figured out the sign, because this is our language and understanding.
"I can't see anymore.. I am becoming weaker.. Please understand, you are my best friend- my only love.. However, it pains me to keep coming and going like this. We've had many years, my darling, please.."
Tears fill the earth and your angelic form as I let them become blurry against my lids. I swim in this sorrow and cling to your hand ever more. My eyes plead what I can not and my heart begins to clench tighter.
"Don't worry, darling. I love you so much.. It won't be long before I see you once more."
You smile that same toothy smile and kiss my cheek sweetly before leaving the world again as the light of day comes to return menacingly.
I start to cry. Tears fill my eyes and cheeks and sobs stick like peanut butter to the bottom of my throat, failing to reach a sound.. always failing to make a sound.
However, I begin to understand..
The reasons every leap year you return in later hours. The reason you choose this year- this spot- to return to me.
This is where we met. On the eve, no less.
Which makes my heart clench ever more. I miss you.. so much since you left me and this world. The house is a cold cave of solitude, no visitors. The trees of which we used to climb have now been gone with you as have our hideout- being a small tool shed in my backyard. I miss the adventure of each day.. your smile.. you..
I don't know when but I do eventually make it back to our home.. which I don't enjoy calling it.. I gaze at out photos of riding black beauty's near a pier, of sky diving near an ocean, of having our first date near the apple tree with yellow apples- they were your favorite.
I am an old man now. I am glad to have shared those experiances, even without saying one single word. Only you could see me through the crutch though..
I smile and lay back against my creaking mattress, praying to be united with you and your brightening world on this unique day of which we met..
This actually came from an idea I had a while back and if it isn't that good or clear, I'm sorry.. I really hope you enjoyed it though.. Happy Leap Year!
Review if you wish :)