|LeTantris' Short Stories for 2013
Author: LeTantris PM
A collection of short stories written by LeTantris during the year 2013. All of these stories written in collaboration with my sister's editing/writing skills.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family - Words: 2,275 - Published: 02-14-13 - id: 3101092
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(Valentine's Day story for all those single and coupled people out there! Credits to my sister who wrote this and is writing even this part that you are currently reading right now "All original ideas and "drafts" are credited to me! If you're beautiful I will eat you just because I want to" My sister's words of wisdom right there. She's too weird for the world. Enjoy and have a Happy Valentine's Day!)
She's so beautiful. The morning sun danced on her gentle skin. A skin I'd so love to caress till forever ends. Her hair floated with the slow breeze moving past her bare shoulders. It took my whole willpower to control myself from burying my face into the softness of her skin. Her eyes were closed but I knew they could see me. "Hey," I whispered as I casually walked up to her. I sat down next to her and almost immediately, her scent entered my senses; that sweet vanilla and strawberry scent. Beautiful.
"Hey," her voice was soft, just like her hair. "It's been a while since I saw you."
"I know. I miss you so much." I buried my face at the crook of her neck, just inhaling her sweet feminine smell.
"Are you coming?" she asked. Her eyes are opened now and the beautiful, deep, shining green looked at me with love and passion.
"Yes." I whispered into her ear before trailing soft, dainty kisses from her neck to her jaw. Her head turned my way a little and I could already see myself preparing for a kiss that would surely leave me speechless. Our lips were only mere millimeters away and I could already feel her breath colliding with mine. We were so—
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I hit the alarm clock with my fist and stared at the ceiling for a while. It was Valentine's Day. And also our fifth anniversary.
Pushing my sheets back, I got up and walked over to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I let the warm water calm me. I was going to visit her today and I can't wait. I missed her terribly and wanted nothing but to see her. See that beautiful face that haunts my dreams every night. See those deep green eyes that could see through everything. Turning the knob off, I got out of the bathroom and wiped my hair while checking my reflection. If she was here, I could see her wrapping her small arms around my waist and laughing while I shake my hair dry. I smirked at the memory of her arms around my waist. Putting on a clean, black shirt that I found on the floor, I buckled my jeans and laced my Converse while heading out the door.
I ignited the engine of my car but just sat there thinking for a few seconds. Should I bring her flowers? Even though I didn't ask the question out loud, I nodded to myself. She'd love that. I backed out of my driveway and drove down the street to join the traffic right of the intersection. Turning left after a few traffic lights, I stopped at the neighboring flower shop. Parking my car, I closed the door and headed for the shop. The bell above the door rung and the woman in front of the cash register looked up. She looked about 45 but her cat lady reading glasses and ball chain made her look about 50. I walked over to the part of the store that had bouquets of assorted flowers.
Looking at the flowers made me remember the time when I stopped at her doorstep 5 years ago to ask her out on our first date. She opened the door still in her pajamas, clearly not ready that someone came to visit her. She eyed the flowers and box of chocolates I had in my hands and a goofy smile appeared on her face but she tried to hide it which made her blush instead. To be honest, I wasn't even ready when I had offered my gifts to her. I just believed that if she'll like it, she would tell me and if she wouldn't, she's free to slam the door in my face meaning that she rejected. I didn't expect her to tell me though. She smiled widely, hugged me tightly and made sure that I couldn't breathe. Laughing, she pulled me into her house and took the bouquet of yellow carnations from my nervous hands while nodding a vigorous 'yes'. Even if I was nervous and completely unprepared, I never regretted my gut feeling that I was feeling now.
I purchased a big bouquet of flowers that had a mix of various colours because that's how she liked it. She wasn't much of a decision maker when it came to colours so she always wanted one of each. The middle aged lady working the cash register eyed the flowers I placed on the counter and hid a small smile. After paying, I left the shop and headed for my car to drive down to our meeting spot. I was practically bouncing in my seat and my smile couldn't get any wider than it already was.
In a few minutes I spotted our favourite spot and killed the engine. I walked fast with the bouquet towards the tree we've always met on. There she'd be standing, waiting, smiling. I looked around first. The early morning sun was up but there were still some purple and pink hues mixed with the blue sky. I could already picture the sunshine dancing on her skin just like it did in my dream.
I rounded the huge tree trunk with a huge smile on my face. There she was, beautiful as always. I put the flowers by the cement headstone shaped like a cross. I'm sure she would be happy now that I visited. Leaning on the headstone felt like she was sitting right next to me, smiling like I predicted. If only she was actually here right now. I would be hugging her and burying my head to the crook of her neck while inhaling that sweet feminine scent and kissing those soft lips that told me countless times that she loved me. I love her too.
Tears escaped my eyes but I didn't wipe them away. A familiar scent caught the soft morning breeze making me breathe into it. As tears continued spilling down my cheeks slowly, I felt a soft heat caress my cheek like someone was wiping it. She's here right now. I thought it wasn't possible but my smile grew wider. "Good morning my angel," I greeted.
"Good morning my love," she whispered. I know she wasn't visibly here talking right beside me but somehow she managed to channel her message into my thoughts.
"I miss you so much." I told her, tears clogging my throat making my speech hoarse and voice broken.
"Don't worry. We'll be seeing each other soon," I felt something soft press into my cheek and it was there that I knew she kissed me. How I missed those kisses that made my knees weak. Those kisses that make me want more. Those kisses only she could give. How I missed all that.
I sat there leaning on the stone cross for a little while, just thinking about her; the one girl who made my heart ache, my knees weak and my head dizzy with her beauty and grace and love; the one girl who told me to look the world straight in the eye; the one girl who told me that life isn't supposed to be easy because that's what would shape us to be who we are. And she will always be the one girl who will always have my heart forever.
I stood up and dusted my jeans clean. I looked back at the tombstone and closed my eyes to whisper a silent prayer in my head. Afterwards, I bent down to leave a kiss on top of the cement cross as if I would be kissing her forehead. Straightening my back, I looked out at the sky and felt a warm feeling rest on my shoulder. Her hand softly rubbed the spot to let me know that she'll be here always waiting, always watching and that she always loved me. I glanced behind me at the tombstone but that wasn't what I was looking at. I was looking straight into her eyes. "Bye," I said lastly before walking away.
The drive out of the cemetery felt heavy but at the same time light. I wanted to cry out and blame the world for her death but at the same time I wanted to go back to her and stay by her side. I wanted to cower at a corner crying my heart out, mourning for her loss. After her death, I declined every request to go outside. I didn't distract myself from whatever pain I felt because I had to let it out just like she told me to do. I never let her go but she went anyway. Right now I shouldn't be thinking like this. I know she didn't like it if everyone cried because of her. She didn't like it when people were sad and she was to blame.
I decided to stop the car on the side of the road just so I could breathe and calm down a little. I took slow breaths in and out trying to relax. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I held it in. I knew she was watching and I didn't really want to disappoint her. A few minutes passed and I finally felt ready to start driving again. I started the engine and drove slowly out of my spot on the side of the road to join the traffic.
The light was red so I waited behind other cars. I thought I was feeling better but then emotions kicked in. I suddenly had an urge to break down and cry. The light was green now but I didn't notice because my vision was clouded with tears and emotions. Cars were honking behind mine and angry drivers shouted cuss words at me but my hearing seemed to be muted just like my vision was clouded. The emotions left just as fast and sudden as it came. Everything was suddenly clear and the horns and cusses were loud and deafening. Something inside me snapped and I stepped on the gas. But the light was red again.
Passing cars on the opposite sides abruptly stopped in the middle of the road honking and shouting at me for coming. Some were still driving by but slowing just to get an angry insult thrown at me. I snapped back to reality and immediately stopped where I was. Stupid mistake. A car that drove too fast drove by, ignoring the scene. Upon seeing me, the driver kicked the brakes hard causing the car to skid to a halt but not before slamming right into my car. After that...
Tears fell, people mourned, everyone was shaken. Another death. The air was gloomy but the sun shone brightly and a soft, sweet-smelling breeze blew by. Relatives, family and friends gave their prayers and condolences to those affected badly. I wanted to go down there and be with them just to keep them company. I wanted to give my shoulder for them to cry on. A hand fell on my shoulder and wounded itself around my waist. I looked to my left and smiled at her for being there. She kissed my cheek and whispered "It'll be alright. They're going to be okay. We'll make sure of that." I hugged her and let her feminine scent calm me down like it always did.
"Thank you." I murmured in her ear. How I longed to be here with her, holding her against me like we used to do and now I finally get to do just that. Forever. I looked down at the crowd gathered around the middle, around my coffin, and then at my family. They were all mourning for my loss. My mother had a tear-streaked face, my father had puffy red eyes and so did my siblings. I can't believe I brought this sadness upon my own family. Now I understand why she didn't want me to cry when she died. She didn't want to see anyone sad because it made her feel bad and guilty about herself.
"Don't put the burden on yourself. They will be okay. Sure, they'll miss you but they will be okay. It's not your fault that it happened, okay? Don't blame yourself. Things happen for a reason." She told me gently. Things did happen for a reason and I shouldn't be putting the burden on myself. I sighed and held her free hand while kissing it gently.
"I love you so much." I whispered against her knuckles. I still watched the crowd but looked particularly at a woman I didn't recognize easily. Then it occurred to me, it was my angel's mother. She whispered something to my depressed mom who cried even more but nodded anyway and even had a ghost of a smile. She looked like she whispered but I heard it loud and clear. The woman said: "Don't worry, he's now with her. They'll be okay and I think they'll want us to be too."
I dedicate this story to those lovers out there who would, and who will, remain faithful to their beloved lovers forever. Happy Valentine's Day to you all.