Leilani
Electrifying Caribbean blue eyes stare back, their depth unreachable and their warmth impenetrable. Like the oceans on Earth encapsulated into two glossy marbles. I long to step into them, allowing their waves to come up over and embrace me. To pull me under until my lungs combust with the joy of wanting to say his name.
Light bathes him. Like a deity shunned from the rest of divine creation, he emanates divinity. Everlasting and never yielding. Always true.
The memories of having been worshipped by him – by this entity of a man – weave themselves in this scene. The glow of the dreamscape pools around him, meeting the deep spaces of his eyes, shimmering in them.
He smiles, his rosy cheeks calling for me to reach out and touch him. To feel and be felt by him. I long for his touch – for his heat and his affection. For the unrivaled taste of him dangling from my lips. To be swallowed by the passion that we still held between us before he left.
That is what I want. That is what I desire. Him in all his crooked wholeness.
Slowly, my hand, heavy with distortion, reaches up and I grasp for him, that image still strong. Tears prick the edges of my eyes, and my throat is dry.
"Why did you have to go?"
The tears begin to fall and as they do, he reaches out, taking my hand into his gently. He presses his lips against my skin, his warm breath causing chills to dart down my spine.
He looks at me through those thick lashes, whispering, "Because I had to protect you."
"But you left us." My throat burns with the threat of sobs. "I didn't even know if I would ever see you again."
His robotic prosthetic cuffs the side of my face and I lean into it. Despite its cold metallic material, it feels surprisingly warm and human, holding me just as gingerly as his other hand. Touching me as if I am breakable.
Maybe I am right now.
"I wish I didn't have to," he breathes. His chest rises and falls heavily as he holds my hand close. He presses his forehead against mine, and the pain within him becomes all that much more visible. Tears manifest beneath his lashes. "I wish I could have stayed. I would have stayed. I never wanted to leave you or the baby. I wanted to stay right there at your side. I wanted to so badly."
"I wanted you to stay. More than anything."
Deeply, he presses his lips to mine, and I can taste him. Sweet and savory like the suns' light on skin. It spins my head, battling for dominance over the dizziness swarming me from the dying fever. I breathe him in and my heart sputters.
He pulls away, once again pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm here now." His hot breath falls against my skin. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again. I promise. I'm here."
He kisses me once more and as we pull apart, I hum, "Lay next to me. Please."
"Anything for you."
Slowly, he climbs into the bed. It is a bit of a squeeze, and he has to maneuver my IV, but my heart swells with glee. At first, I had been nervous he would protest, claiming he didn't want to hurt me, but I am so overjoyed to see he is overlooking these small snags.
He finishes arranging himself and pulls me in his arms, holding me closely against him. His body is hot and solid, his warmth melting against me effortlessly. I burrow closer, nestling like some small thing against him.
His chest rises and falls steadily, the melody of his breathing lacing with the chirps of the monitors. My heart acts as the drum, throbbing within as I hold him. I don't want to let go. I don't want to ever let go.
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