CHERRY BLOSSOM FALLING FREELY

“Cherry Blossom Falling Freely” is a series of short stories designed to make you think, in different genres and different styles by Mizzy (mizzy_.uk)

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CBFF Story (i)

Everything you were

 (a short story by mizzy_.uk)

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I listen to your heartbeat. It's erratic, like a tiny pitter-patter of little feet. Ironic almost.

I want to calm you down. I want to stroke your cheek. I want to soothe you with whispered comments. I want you to be serene, like the angels.

You were serene with him. You laughed, you sang, you smiled. You didn't think I was watching, but every day I sat and watched, and every day you never even noticed. It was last week when I realised why you never saw me. You saw him, and nothing else.

You were supposed to be mine. As we would lie, huddled together in the night, you promised you were mine and no-one else's. You promised we would stay together for eternity, and dance in the sky with the stars amongst the old gods.

You broke your promise.

You always broke your promises.

I think you're crying now. A tear is sliding down your cheek, a single glistening crystal. It's a sad crystal. It cannot wash all your sins away.

I try to calm you down. I press myself to you. I whisper in your ear, begging forgiveness, asking why I was not good enough. You don't respond. You never did.

I wanted you to be an angel. I used to lie in bed at night, watching up at the stars through my open window, reading my bible and knowing one day you'd be amongst the serene and brutal beauty of the angels. I knew you could wreak havoc amongst the world as you spread justice. I knew you could be the dark angel everyone feared and everyone loved.

Except I would never fear you. I have nothing to fear from you.

I'm tired now. I try to keep stroking your cheek and it seems to be working. Your heartbeat has come down now.

Thud, thud, thud.

You said you'd never leave me. You swore on your heart. On your grandmother's grave.

What was I supposed to think when I came home and saw the bags? What was I supposed to think? You always broke your promises and I should have learned it by now.

Thud, thud.

What was I supposed to think?

You look so peaceful now, you're smiling. You're too cold. I will snuggle up against you. I will warm you with my heat like it should have been, like it always should have been.

You seemed surprised when you came back with your car keys, ready to take your bags and go.

Thud.

Silence.

You were going to leave me and you had sworn to me on the most sacred of things. You violated my trust so I violated your promise.

You should have never left with him. You should have stayed with me like we are now.

Great-grandmother didn't look as serene as you do now, mother. Her skin is black, it's shrunk. Was she as shrunken as that when she was alive? Did those animals crawl inside her like that when she lay with you like this?

She isn't as graceful as you. You're bleeding all over her, mother. Do you realise? You made me do it. You swore on your heart and you swore on her, and now both are gone and you can be an angel now. My angel like you were always supposed to be.