Of Shadows and Regrets

"Although I grew up in his shadow I never looked up to him once. Although we stood eye to eye I didn't see into his soul."

Porter gazed up, half expecting to be greeted with the deep blue of the darkening evening sky, however, what met his eyes caught him entirely off guard. A lighter blue, a calmer and more vibrant blue stared down at him.

 The same shade of blue that had always been there for as long as he could remember. The same blue that laughed, cared, loved, shared, taught, listened, and always was there when he needed it most. 

The same blue that fought, yelled, disagreed, lost it's temper, and eventually pushed him away. Although Porter would never know this, it was also the same blue that lay awake at night and let soft and silent tears fall for everything that had come between them.

 It had been many years since Porter had seen this blue, but he had immediately recognized it. There were so many things that Porter wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize for. Speaking was getting more difficult though, and Porter could tell, just by looking into that bright shade of blue that gently and lovingly stared down at him, that he didn't need to say a word. Instead he just leaned back into the ambulance bed and gazed up into that familiar shade of blue. 

And just as it had started, it ended; with Porter being held in those strong arms and smiling up at his father.

Author's Note

Awoken from slumber, sleep would not find me again that night; my pen would find these words instead.

Reviews

[allie_arrowz]

beautiful writing
nice story, too

[Morrigan Nicole]

What to say? It was... Different, in a good way, you expressed love, longing, and loss to perfection here.
Favorited.