Him

This is about a girl who is "forbidden" to love. Not really, though. I had fun writing this. I hope you enjoy!

 

I miss him. I miss his laugh, his smile, and his shining eyes. What I would give to just see him one more time.  Living without him is like living without air. Simply impossible.

     I really should stop sulking, though. My parents have already noticed a change in my behavior. I wish I could tell them why. It’s like the two secrets I keep are eating me alive. How would you tell your parents something they don’t want to hear? Would you just jump in and hope you can resurface? Or would you just inch your way through and endure the pain ever so slowly? I wish there was a third option. 

     If anyone is reading this, I hate you. You should really mind your own business. This is such an invasion of privacy. Also, if you’re reading this, I should probably explain.

     I am in love with a dead man. Yes, what I’ve written is true. My heart belongs to a man who belongs to Hades. A pitiful story. But a true, pitiful story.

     His picture still holds a place in my pocket. I’m contemplating whether I should destroy it or frame it in gold. Right now, the gold frame is starting to burn a hole in my pocket. Well, he is worth it. I just wish he were here to see it.

     I can hear my parents downstairs. They’re chatting away about bill or life or me. Probably me. They are always talking about my future and my grades and my friends. Having him as a friend was an outlet for me. We would never talk about our family, unless to explain why we couldn’t show up for an event or something. We would just talk about us and school. We would rat on teachers we hate. We would chat about upcoming events. I loved him. No, I love him.

     I never told my parents about him. I didn’t think I had to. I had told my parents everything in my life. Having him as a secret was so special to me. Having a secret was incredible.

     When he realized he was sick, he didn’t show any sign of worry. We lived as if his illness didn’t exist. It wasn’t until he called from the hospital that I finally realized I was losing him.

     When he spoke he sounded so tired. So sick. Almost half-dead. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I dropped my homework and drove to the hospital. I told my parents I was going to the library.

     I arrived at the hospital in a panic. When I got to his room, I interrogated the poor nurse that had just come out. She told me that he only had a few more days to live. To make those few days the best of his life.

     She left me in a hurry. I collapsed where I stood. A few days? I only had a few more days to spend with my soulmate? It just couldn’t be. I entered the room, only to be hurried back out by some doctor. He told me that he shouldn’t be disturbed. I immediately counter-attacked him saying, “He deserves to at least speak to me. I love him. Now get out of my way.” He backed down.

     I saw him and threw myself by his side. He petted my head gently.  He didn’t speak. I didn’t speak. We sat together like that for what seems like forever.

     I lifted my head to find tears rolling down his face. He said three words that would stay in my head for eternity and more, “I love you.” I started crying. He cried some more. I got off my knees and started kissing the entirety of his face.

I had never kissed him before. It felt good. It was almost as if our lips were meant to be together. Like God had made us for each other. It wasn’t until I stopped and looked at him that I saw that he had fallen asleep. I laughed quietly. I gave him a quick smooch on the cheek. Then I got up and half-heartedly left the hospital.

I would always regret that I didn’t stay the night there in his room, reassured by his slow, erratic breathing. At least knowing that he was still alive.

When I arrived back at the hospital, the nurse that I had attacked, took me aside. She told me the most horrible, horrible news ever. He had died in his sleep. She told me, “At least he had died peacefully.”

Yeah, but he had died. I didn’t cry, though. I got in my car. Drove the way to my house. Entered my room. Locked the door. And started sobbing uncontrollably. I cried my poor eyes out. I thought about our last moment together. Was that the best day of his life? I knew it was for me. He said he loved me, though. That would probably be a highlight in anyone’s day.

I miss him. If only I could have had more time with him.

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

Oh, damn.. I couldn't breathe right after reading this, hearing myself mourn for them both. This is so few lines, so few words, so few paragraphs; but has told the whole story. It feels so pure, so secrecy... and the feeling of losing that magic. Hurt so bad.

I'm going to share this with others. I like really your stories a lot. Thank you for sharing.

[Samantha Jane]

I...my god. I am amazed. That piece is possibly the most heartfelt piece I have ever read. I truely am amazed, and am also in disbelief that you are a thirteen year old who can write with such emotion. You nearly made me cry! But seriously, this is incredible, it's an amazing, amazing piece of writing. You should be proud!

[fogisbeautiful]

Good story. By far my favorite line: "If anyone is reading this, I hate you." It was blunt and filled with emotion. It grabbed me and actually made me feel bad, which in writing is a wonderful thing. Because I couldn't stop reading, even after that. Wonderful work as usual. I don't know if I would have used the word "smooch" it seems a little too frivolous for the intensity of this story. But once again, great writing!

[Dream Angel]

awww that was a great story alot of emotions are flowing around in my head right now. And i hear that is a good thing for writers to give through thier writing. and you know i don't know how to speak author so sry. but great good job. And so what if its none of my business i read it anyway