Beyond The Eyes

Bloodshot

My hands and feet were numb. I ran my palm gently across my face. A sweet dream was playing in my head as I laid in the darkness. I was sitting on a park bench, hands together and head leaning back. As the dream continued, I realized it wasn't a park. There was no child at play; it was just an empty field. My head started to fall down. Beautiful colorful flowers were laid upon the grass. There were no roots beneath them. It was as if they were placed down. The scene was paused for a few minutes. Then my eyes flashed open, allowing my dream to fade into the sky. The quiet night was interrupted by a loud noise. It repeated until my feet hit the ground. The coldness beneath me caused me to shiver. I put my hands on my arms, feeling the goose bumps beneath my touch. I tried to warm myself up, but nothing helped. It was freezing in my room, but the windows stayed shut. I put my fingers against the brisk window. I zoomed in my face, but only darkness and a few streetlights were visible. I bounced back as I saw a face appear through the clear window. The tears that filled his eyes caused sparkles. Some escaped, some remained in his crystals. My hands lifted up the window, causing the wind to enter the room. It didn't do much. It seemed like the window was already open even though it wasn't. I stepped back, allowing him to step inside. I'm not sure what time it was, but I was asleep for a while now. He stood in front of me insecurely and uptight. His bloodshot eyes stared into mine. I could barely recognize them. But there was still a picture. The same picture I saw every day since we met. The image of a storm. In the loud dangerous storm, I always noticed death, grief, and despair. I would usually shake it off, unable to find the reasoning behind the stormy eyes. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. "Is she?" I questioned, but I couldn't even finish my sentence without my tone getting shaky and low. Jacob closed his eyes, forcing all the tears in his eyes escape. "She's dead," he murmured before falling on his knees. I'm usually so cold-hearted, but as he lay on my chest, I felt weak. Seeing him feel pain, feeling his tears on my skin made me ache in ways I've never ached before. It must have been a half and hour since he first arrived. He lifted up his head from my chest, putting his hand along my jawline. The lightning touch went right through my veins. It was thrilling and dangerous. "Why are you crying?" he asked. I didn't even notice I was. He wiped the tears that ran down my rosy cheeks with his thumb. "I don't like seeing you like this," I answered. "I would kiss you right now, but I would be selfish," he stated. My heart started racing. I didn't answer back. "I was there when she passed away. She begged me to leave, but something told me to stay. I held her hand tight before she left me permanently. I had no clue until the monitor started ringing. I can't get that sound out of my head." I brought him back into my chest. I wanted to kiss him. I did, but he's right we would be selfish. "You're going to be okay. Her suffering is over. She's been suffering her whole life. Now she can see William again," I broke the silence. "As long as I have you, I'll know I'll be okay."