crybaby1117
02-20-2004, 7:20 PM
A deep breath escaped her lips as she lay down upon the soft, green grass. Her eyes closed slowly as she breathed in again, heavily, taking in the warmth of the sun, the freshness of the air, and the softness of the grass. It tickled as the wind blew it against her face. She smiled as she heard birds chirping but a few yards away from her. Their nest lay in a large tree she used to play in as a child.
This. This was home. She was comfortable here. She felt love here. It felt as if she could just reach out and hug the atmosphere. She could still smell her mama’s cooking. She could still hear her father chopping wood. Her sister playing down by the creek. Her brother chasing their dog around the yard. She truly loved coming back here.
Her grin grew wider as she heard footfalls approach where she lay. She knew who it was. She had been waiting for him.
“Kara?” That was what he called her. In Esperanto it meant ‘dear’. She loved it when he called her that. “What are you doing, kara? Are you having fun?” She peeked open her left eye and saw him standing over her. His shadow fell over her body as he smiled at her.
“I am just fine.” She replied smiling as she closed her eyes again. She took another deep breath and could smell his cologne. It was a fragrance she had bought him a long time ago. It was her favorite cologne. And he wore it just for her.
“Why don’t you get up and come inside?” He asked, bending down and holding his hand out for her to take. Her smile faded slowly and she sighed.
“I don’t think I can, sweets.” That was her pet name for him. She didn’t know whether or not he liked that name, but she did.
“Come on. You have to go in sometime. I promise I won’t leave your side. It will be fine. I promise, kara.” He touched her hand. He could feel how cold her hands were. He stood and removed his black blazer and held it out for her to wear when she stood.
Slowly, she rose from the cold ground. Knocking off the leaves with her hands that were attached to her long, black dress. She moved towards him and he placed his jacket over her shoulders. Even though it was a relatively warm day for November, the wind still sent a chill down her spine. Or maybe it wasn’t the wind. Maybe it was the reason she was home.
He walked with her towards the large house. Being much taller than she was he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to give her comfort and to keep her warm. Cars surrounded the house as more and more people arrived. Almost everyone was dressed in black. Some cried. Some didn’t.
She stopped a few yards away from the house. A small tear ran down her cheek. Her eyes grew wider as the realization of what truly had happened over the past few days sunk in.
“What is it?” He asked, looking down at her. Although, he knew the answer to the question long before he asked it.
“I don’t want to go in. I can’t do this.” She whispered, turning back from the house. She started running away from the house, as fast as she could. Running so hard that his jacket fell off of her shoulders to the ground. She cried hysterically as she ran, harder and harder. All she wanted to do was to get away. Get away as fast as she could.
He chased after her, running much faster than her to catch up. He soon found that he wouldn’t need to run faster at all. She fell to the ground a few yards ahead of him and grasped her head in pain. Her eyes were starting to swell from the crying and her chest rose quickly as she gasped for air.
“What is it? What’s wrong?!” He asked, reaching her. He fell to the ground in front of her, grasping her shoulders. Her face was completely wet from her tears and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He slowly wiped away her tears. She hung her head low as he tried to get her to look at him.
He brought his hands up and held her face in them, pulling it upwards until he was looking into her eyes. He could see how sad she was. How desperately upset she was. He frowned as more tears streamed out of her eyes. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him.
She moved her head until her mouth was flush with his ear and whispered. “I can’t believe my sister is dead.”
This. This was home. She was comfortable here. She felt love here. It felt as if she could just reach out and hug the atmosphere. She could still smell her mama’s cooking. She could still hear her father chopping wood. Her sister playing down by the creek. Her brother chasing their dog around the yard. She truly loved coming back here.
Her grin grew wider as she heard footfalls approach where she lay. She knew who it was. She had been waiting for him.
“Kara?” That was what he called her. In Esperanto it meant ‘dear’. She loved it when he called her that. “What are you doing, kara? Are you having fun?” She peeked open her left eye and saw him standing over her. His shadow fell over her body as he smiled at her.
“I am just fine.” She replied smiling as she closed her eyes again. She took another deep breath and could smell his cologne. It was a fragrance she had bought him a long time ago. It was her favorite cologne. And he wore it just for her.
“Why don’t you get up and come inside?” He asked, bending down and holding his hand out for her to take. Her smile faded slowly and she sighed.
“I don’t think I can, sweets.” That was her pet name for him. She didn’t know whether or not he liked that name, but she did.
“Come on. You have to go in sometime. I promise I won’t leave your side. It will be fine. I promise, kara.” He touched her hand. He could feel how cold her hands were. He stood and removed his black blazer and held it out for her to wear when she stood.
Slowly, she rose from the cold ground. Knocking off the leaves with her hands that were attached to her long, black dress. She moved towards him and he placed his jacket over her shoulders. Even though it was a relatively warm day for November, the wind still sent a chill down her spine. Or maybe it wasn’t the wind. Maybe it was the reason she was home.
He walked with her towards the large house. Being much taller than she was he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to give her comfort and to keep her warm. Cars surrounded the house as more and more people arrived. Almost everyone was dressed in black. Some cried. Some didn’t.
She stopped a few yards away from the house. A small tear ran down her cheek. Her eyes grew wider as the realization of what truly had happened over the past few days sunk in.
“What is it?” He asked, looking down at her. Although, he knew the answer to the question long before he asked it.
“I don’t want to go in. I can’t do this.” She whispered, turning back from the house. She started running away from the house, as fast as she could. Running so hard that his jacket fell off of her shoulders to the ground. She cried hysterically as she ran, harder and harder. All she wanted to do was to get away. Get away as fast as she could.
He chased after her, running much faster than her to catch up. He soon found that he wouldn’t need to run faster at all. She fell to the ground a few yards ahead of him and grasped her head in pain. Her eyes were starting to swell from the crying and her chest rose quickly as she gasped for air.
“What is it? What’s wrong?!” He asked, reaching her. He fell to the ground in front of her, grasping her shoulders. Her face was completely wet from her tears and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He slowly wiped away her tears. She hung her head low as he tried to get her to look at him.
He brought his hands up and held her face in them, pulling it upwards until he was looking into her eyes. He could see how sad she was. How desperately upset she was. He frowned as more tears streamed out of her eyes. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him.
She moved her head until her mouth was flush with his ear and whispered. “I can’t believe my sister is dead.”