Him

A Story by AyeumieP

It was the first quiet night he had in months. In this small window of time he would lie in bed wondering and wishing. Wondering if his love would reach her. If the pain he felt from being away from her was a feeling she could share. Wishing he could hold her, kiss her soft pink lips, and see her exquisite smile. His friends joking and laughing around him about days before the chaos. Doing all they possibly can to create the light atmosphere that reminded them all of home. Staying silent he would listen to their stories of loved ones they left behind and the lives they hoped to return to one day. When he finally spoke, he would tell them tales about a woman who stole his heart and brightened his world. Going into detail about the air around those he was close with and stories of younger days. All while his face shined with pride and longing. Memories, stories, hopes, and dreams continued to be shared to try and forget the pain of being gone, until lights out. He would lay back down with his hands holding a piece of paper with words that spoke only to him and his heart. Words that he could see painting the sky. Grinning to himself as he drifted off to sleep. All night his dreams were filled of happier times and wishes for the future. Doing so would be the only way he and those around him would be able to keep their sanity among the devastation that would surround them in the morning, and in every morning.