"A Smile Upon Eyes"
A Short Story
It
was less subtle than it all seemed; everything about the situation appeared
serene and perfect. Well, it was perfect. As much as even I disagree with the
possibility of perfection, this was the very definition. If one looked closely
enough he would notice their trembling hands and an almost unnoticeable
quivering of their lips. They stood in remarkable silence. His hands held hers.
Her eyes held his.
The night was dark and chilly as
autumn nights tended to be. Every other minute a tranquil breeze would sweep
through the meadow in which they were standing. Even though the true beauty of
this environment is best observed during the day at high noon when the rays of
the sun show off the brightly colored leaves of the low cut grass and
surrounding trees and when the heat of the bright celestial body collides with
the intermittent breeze, the beauty seen this night was between this couple.
Her breathtaking eyes (eyes that only for him would keep focus)… His heartwarming
smile (a smile that only for her would be shown)…
They remained in silence for many
minutes, standing while shivering at every breeze and involuntarily smiling at
every second. With an evident romance in the air, a passionate kiss might be
expected to have been observed.
“I’m cold,” she whispered quietly.
He put one arm around her at a time
and pulled her into a hug, his warming embrace.
by MFW III
"A Frown Upon Tears"
A Short Story
“Wait
for me…”
Tears
surged from his eyes like never before. They streamed down his cheeks, and he
felt the redness of his face like the heat of a fire. His lips moved without
any escaping sounds while his hands searched the empty air around him for
something, anything. There was nothing. The darkness that encompassed him was
just that.
All happiness and joy escaped with
his Love. All hope followed suit. He sucked in the dull air and let it out with
noiseless gasps. Everything was kept within, save his tears. Agony, despair,
and misery filled his every being until he finally erupted.
He screamed a pained roar into the
blackness. There was no echo or reply. The latter was the least expected,
anyway. This time when he inhaled it was loud and aggrieved. His exhale was
slow, but audible. Tears were accompanied with little sniffs and unsteady
breathing. If hell wasn’t a fire, then this was surely the next viable option.
At the moment, it was worse than a fire.
Arms continued to move and his hands
searched the void until they found something. He grabbed the object, which
caused him a moment of pain. He winced and withdrew his hand from the object.
Left with a small tinge of pain, his hand felt damp. After bringing his hand to
his nose, he sniffed. It was blood. Just then he wanted more. He reached for
the object again, carefully this time. He found it and discovered its handle.
It was a small pocketknife.
With all of his emotions flowing
aggressively through his body, he took the knife to his wrist and dragged. His
self-inflicted wound was deep and blood slowly flowed. After a minute he
couldn’t feel his hand. He felt drained, not from the loss of blood, but from
his over empowering feelings.
A noise sounded in front of him. It
sounded like a whisper. Wind came from nowhere and passed him over. He felt a
strong chill and suddenly he was freezing.
“I’m cold,” he remembered a soft
voice whisper once.
A noise sounded once again. He moved
toward it.
“Love?” he asked the darkness. There
was no reply, but after he spoke, he could see. Everything was still black, but
somehow he could see. Her form stood only a few feet away. He fell to his
knees. Once his knees hit the ground, he felt his pants soak with blood.
She walked calmly toward him and
reached out her hand. He took it and felt the warmth emanating from her skin.
He tried to pull himself up, but failed when his hand slipped from hers. His
blood was left on her hand. She knelt in front of him and took his body into
her arms.
“It’s okay. I’m here,” she said. She
took her shirt off to cover his wound. She bound it tight to stop the flow.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you."
by MFW III
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