"The little things? The little moments? THEY AREN'T LITTLE" - John Kabat- Zinn
The thunder clapped loudly and his eyes teared open. Everything was dark. He tried to get up but a heavy, hard surface was blocking him. He looked down to see himself dressed in a black suit.
Frowning, he pushed the stone with his pail and dainty fingers, making a slit for light to come in.
A large wolf howled in the distance as a low shuffling sounded in the solitude of the graveyard. He crawled up, onto the cold, hard ground. He squinted his eyes at the bright full moon, peeking through the dark clouds, daring to create light in the eerie gloom of the night.
Stretching, with an uncomfortable crack of bones, he straightened up and stared with his empty, lifeless doe eyes at the sky.
Another bolt of lightning struck, and a lonely drop fell on his pale skin, causing him to flinch at the contact. It didn't roll down, no. Instead, it passed straight through him.
As if he didn't exist.
As if he wasn't there.
The rain pelted down as his hushed footsteps left soft prints on the moist soil. The gate of the quiet land, where not an ounce of life was present, creaked with an ancient, blood-curdling screech.
As dry as a leaf fallen victim to the autumn breeze, he stood to the side of the road, waiting for someone to pass by. After a while, perhaps by fate, a single car passed by. Its headlights were dim against the pressing darkness.
"Stop!" He croaked, his throat cold and his bloodless lips dry. He waved his hand in front of the car. However, it only passed by, splashing water from a puddle at and through him, onto the ground behind.
He walked to the middle of the road and scowled at the car, tilting his head to the side.
A loud honking was heard and the screeching of tires echoed in his head. Bone crushing, agonizing pain flooded through his body as he lay on the road, shivering like an animal brought to the butcher, blood gushing out of him.
"Call the ambulance! We're losing him!"
"Richard!"
He gasped as his eyes focused on the empty road. He looked at his hands and feet. He was still standing. Then, what was that?
That voice!
"Emily!" He exclaimed.
He quickly paced down the street, down the path that felt so familiar. He panted as the lights came into view. His pitch black eyes stared longingly at the house as his footsteps came closer to the porch. The curtains had been slid and he could see through the clear glass.
A woman was curled on the couch, her eyes bloodshot and puffy. Her hair were the familiar red locks he couldn't forget. Her little hands, silver clung to the ring finger, clutched a frame.
She held the portrait of a man.
His portrait.
He was smiling in the picture; something he had forgotten what it felt like.
His bright chocolate eyes were crinkled at the tips and his smile formed two dimples on his beautiful olive skin.
He looked down to his hands, now pale and lifeless. He realized he wasn't dripping wet like all the other things outside. His breath hitched as he stared at the glass before him. It wasn't the tree that was being reflected which made his blood run cold. No.
He would've felt his heart throbbing hardly in the cage of his chest had he not noticed.
He couldn't see himself on the glass before him.
His breath didn't fog the glass. No.
He felt his knees grow weak and he lifted his head, to gaze upon the dark blanket above.
Who was he?
The thunder struck again. "Mommy..." A little voice whimpered.
His eyes focused on the little child who entered the room. Her disheveled hair matched his dark ones and her eyes resembled her mother's. A warm hazel hue.
The woman turned her attention to the child who was clutching her stuffed bear in her fragile arms.
He felt something strike inside of him as the memories flooded in.
"Daddy! Let's go!" The little girl giggled and pulled her father's hand. The man chuckled and picked her up, setting her on his shoulders.
"Your ride is ready, your highness." He smiled brightly at her.
"Daddy... I'm not a kid anymore!" She pouted. "Put me down."
The man raised his eyebrows but put her down. "But aren't you my princess?"
She giggled softly. "You're weird, daddy."
"We're leaving, Milly!" He shouted to his wife.
"Okay! Love you both. Be back soon!"
The man walked with the little girl, hand in hand.
"Which flavor do you want?" He asked her.
"Chocolate, daddy!" She answered and then put her tiny finger on her rosy cheek. "But the strawberry flavor is pink! And I love pink."
He laughed heartily. "Don't worry, love. We can always get both."
"Really?" She asked as her eyes lit up.
"Yes. Anything for you." He replied, the meaning of his words, deeper than it seemed.
The girl hugged his leg, mumbling. "I love you, daddy!"
He smiled at her and bent down to kiss her forehead. However, a loud honking sound and the screeching of the tires filled the street as his eyes widened. One moment, he was looking at the car moving frantically as the driver lost control, and the next, he clutched onto the girl's little shoulders and pushed her away.
"I want daddy..." The child hiccuped and the woman pulled her into her arms.
"I know, love. I know." She whispered. "But he's gone. For the better."
He didn't realize when something warm made its way down his ice-cold cheeks.
He smiled and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to the glass.
This was all he needed to see.
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