What was there to see? A dim light surrounded the lonely man at the table. With the green beans untouched, he stared at the center piece with the fork in his hand, pondering what he would do for another kiss. It was quiet. The electric sound of the refrigerator could be heard throughout the house. He slowly tried some of the greens, but he was too week to eat. A week it's been since his love passed. He gave his life for her, but it didn't make her immortal. He looked up and gazed through the cracks of the blinds, but it was dark. Getting up, not knowing where he was going, he tried to find the next best thing in the house. As he met the hallway, he looked down to the end where the picture of the palm tree waits for him. "Hey Luke, can you hang this picture up?" "Yeah, I was already gonna do it anyway. You know how good I am at this." It became quite frequent; the voices of the past ringing through his mind. He slowly walked down the hall with his finger tips against the wall. The first room was the guest room, but it was decorated with pictures of the lovely couple. The hallway light reflected off the chrome frame. "One of my favorites" he whispered. Time passed by so quickly on that summer day at the beach. "Ok, now, spin her around," the photographer said. The lively images, faded into the still picture of two distant people loving each other on the shoreline. The night went on like every other night. The sound of sitcom laughter and infomercials marched on and on, but it was faint and pointless and sure did not catch his eye. He was too focused on the ceiling fan. Around it went; never stopping. He never liked to wipe his tears. He just figured that more would fall soon enough. "I think we need to go to Olive Garden tonight" Brittany said with a smile. "Oh, really?" "Yeah, I want some of their Alfredo. Em..." "Ok, only if we can get the shrimp Alfred - that's the good stuff." "I don't like shrimp." "You like shrimp." "Yeah, but not on my Alfredo" "Ok, well we just won't split a meal tonight. How 'bout that?" "No, I like to split because it's so much cheaper, and I can never eat all of that. I'll just...I'll just get a salad." "No, no. We'll split the Alfredo, I don't need the shrimp." "You sure? You don't mind?" "Nah, it's alright. I just want you to be happy anyway. Who gives a crap about shrimp? Haha." She smiled at his words and said, "Aw...I love you Babe." "Love you too Babe" he said, satisfied with her smile. Then he mumbled, "What do you want for breakfast?" She didn't say anything. "Babe, what do you want for breakfast?" He came to his senses and opened his eyes to the empty space in the bed. He took in a deep breath, and looked out the bedroom window where the sun had been creeping in. Then he wept. His pillow was soaked in the tears, and eventually his eyes became dry. "Britt, I had a bad dream last night." "What was it about babe" she asked as she was turning the shower on. "I dreamed that you died, and I was trying to live my life, but I...I couldn't even live. It was horrible, but then I woke up and saw you. That's why I hugged you last night." "I know I remember..." "You do?" "Yeah, I was awake." "Oh, ok. I thought I woke you up. I felt bad." He remembered all the dreams he use to have of losing her. He was so afraid of it. Now, here he was, dreaming of having her and waking up to her gone. Lion and Lamb - I would but I have no way of contacting you lol.
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omg...i love it...i really want to read more....write the book soon k?? lol....im nearly crying...its brilliant..i love your style of writing...will you let me know when you write more?~??? please??? xxx:)
