Nathan July 2, 2009

Nathan

July 2, 2009

 

        Nathan clutched his knees to his chest, taking big long breaths. He couldn't get any air into his lungs, but he kept trying to breathe anyway. If it wasn't for breathing being such an annoying habit, he's sure he would have stopped all together.

“Elizabeth...” he moaned. “You weren't supposed to do this.” He looked at the dead girls body, lying on the dock. Her long blond hair dipped into the water, while other parts of it spread out like wings. Elizabeth looked asleep, finally at peace. She knew he'd find here here, just a little too late. He still wasn't sure if he resented that fact, or not.

He should call nine one one. He knew that, but at the same time he felt like if he did, it would throw him back into the real world. He'd have to hear the horrible words out loud, he'd have to share the precious secrets he held in his hands. He gave and gave so much that he didn't feel bad taking a few more minutes that could be his, and his alone.

He wiped the tears from his eyes but it didn't matter. They were replaced too quickly. Men didn't cry. He didn't cry.

Except for her. Why was she the only thing he'd ever cried for?

Nathan took her hands in his. They felt so much cooler than usual, while his burned hot. It sent a new wave of tears flooding from his eyes and onto Elizabeth's white shirt. Was it new? She never wore white...

Her lips still held the pink lushness that he always had tried so hard to resist. It seemed foolish, but he found no point in resisting now. He leaned down, put a kiss on her lips, and pretended for just a moment that she was alive, and that she'd kiss him back.

He shifted his body so he could pull hers into his lap. He cradled her her close to him, the way he had so many times when she was upset, the way he'd failed to do last night.

He'd contemplated murder on her behalf before. Was it possible that now he was contemplating revenge on himself, for failing to put a stop to what he should have known was coming?

“Elizabeth...” he cried, over and over again until finally his voice broke. The notebook burned in his hands when he finally reached for it again. He knew what he'd find in here. He knew why she did what she did. He knew her better than anyone. There's nothing she could have written to shock him, but he did know that almost every page would shock the people who had thought they'd known her.

He stared down at Elizabeth, loosing his breath as the wind ruffled through her hair, giving the illusion that, for this one instant, she was alive again. It was only when the magic faded from the moment that he realized how late it had gotten. He breathed in a heavy sigh and looked again at her face, washed over in innocence.

With shaking hands, he pulled out his cell phone, disregarded the six missed calls, and dialed.

“This is nine one one,” the operator said. “Whats your emergency?”

“I need to report...” Nathans voice faltered, and broke as he said the last two words. In a monotone voice, he gave the location, trying hard to disconnect from the reality. Elizabeth was gone, but he wasn't the only one at fault...

 

Reviews

[cloister]

This is good. Plain good. I don't get to say that very often around here. :)

The only thing I can nit-pick about are some typos. Near the beginning, you forgot the apostrophe before the s in "dead girls body" (should be "dead girl's body"), and you typed "find here here" where you meant "find her here"

Nice job.

[Rhea752]

the emotion is amazing
the word choice was great
AHHHH
keep it up!!
100/100

[Calypso]

Well written. This was so, so sad. I can't wait to see what part Nathan played in Emily's life.