Gone

A Story by Aehr

I felt weightless.

I couldn't move, I couldn't think, and I could barely open my eyes. I tried to raise my hand but I couldn't. I felt a warm drop of water fall on my cheek. I tried to look up and gleaming in the sun was the face of the one who was holding me. It was him. He was crying. For Me. I managed a frail, weak smile. Tears began to stream down my cheeks. He held me tighter, he just didn't let go. The ground was cold and the sun was setting. I was fully disoriented. I tried to recall what had happened.

All I could remember was crossing the street and a sudden car crash. I guess the car was his, the boy whom I liked, almost loved, seven years ago. I felt blood on my head and left arm was burning. It was my fault, just the sight of him froze my steps and the car crash happened.

I started regretting the things I had done seven years ago. Why didn't I just tell him that I liked him? Why was I afraid? Those intense brown eyes behind his spectacles were just as beautiful as they were seven years ago. I was crying, even though I was happy to be dying like this, in his arms.

I wanted to ask him a million questions : Where had he been? Was he working? Why did he never answer my messages on facebook? But I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried.

The wind blew harder, we were alone. My eyes were burning, I wanted to talk to him, but it was destined to be this moment when I couldn't speak.

I tried to look away from him, I couldn't see him cry like that. But he put his hand on my cheek and brought my face back to where it was earlier. My heart was shattered. All these years, I could speak nonsense, non-stop. But the time when I really need to talk to someone that special, my voice had failed.

Was that fair? I asked myself

Suddenly, my body went cold and numb, I was going to go any second. My heartbeat began to slow down. The wind made my open air fly aimlessly, some of it falling on my face, just before my eyes. It was no use brushing them behind my ears. My arm lifted up and touched his warm, wet cheek.

Suddenly my vision began to blur, I saw a light and then everything went black.

I was content. At least I had felt true love before death came to me.