Escaping Death [Watty Awards]

Chapter 45-Gwen

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This chapter is dedicated to JanBear_04. She's really awesome and kept on bugging me about posting the next chapter. Although, she wasn't the only one. Give me a break guys...lol I'm not superwoman! :P Hehe nah, I love you guys and I love writing! :)

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Chapter 45-Gwen

Gabriel was soundlessly sleeping in bed, the covers pulled tightly around him.  His lips were parted slightly and his breathing was soft like a low hum in the stark quiet of the room.  In sleep, Gabriel was peaceful.  There was no trace of worry on the contours of his face or the fierce determination in his eyes when my life was in danger.  He just slept, peacefully and soundlessly, forgetting the cares of the world.

Today was unforgettable and utterly amazing.  I’ll always remember Gabriel’s awful singing and his snazzy jazz steps.  He was quite a dancer and it was just amazing how he lowered his guard and was carefree.  Dancing with him made me feel like I was back in the 50’s.  I could picture us dancing on the floor of one of those night clubs and taking everyone’s breath away by our undeniable chemistry and dance moves.  People would clap and the energy in the room would be ecstatic.  The band would play more of their jazz tunes while Gabe and I danced the night away.

I gently stroked the side of his cheek and quietly got out of bed.  He stirred and I was so close to going back to bed with him.  But then he settled back into the covers with a small smile on his face.  I wondered what he was dreaming about.  No doubt it was good judging by that smile.  He had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow when we settled in for bed.  Within minutes he was deep in sleep while I was still wide awake.  There was this nagging feeling at the pit of my stomach and it unsettled me.  I couldn’t sleep right now and I needed to do something to distract myself of it.

I padded to the living room with a blanket wrapped around me and a pen and notebook in my hand; writing always made me feel better.  It was a way for me to get out what was bothering off my chest or in this case my stomach.  I turned on the table lap next to the sofa and then sank down the soft plush seat, tucking my feet under me and begging to write.

I lost myself in my writing; letting the words pour out onto the page.  The ink was as black as the night before the stark white of the paper.  Before I knew it I began to cry.  Tears stained the paper, spilling down in small drops on the edge of the sheet.  I wiped at the wet corner of the paper with the sleeve of my shirt and hoping that the words didn’t smear causing them to become a blur.  Thankfully, that didn’t happen but the edges of the paper were now hard and crumpled. 

Writing like this brought back memories.  It had been years since I’ve cried like this while writing.  The last time I remember crying like this was a year after Gabriel had disappeared.  I cried my heart out while pouring out all my feeling on paper.  I wished for him to come back to me so that I could tell him how I felt.  I wished for him to come and take me away so I could be with him.  There was nothing more in the world that I wanted.  All I wanted was him and I realized now that Gabriel was all that I’d ever want and need. 

Love him; nothing more and nothing less.

I softly started to cry.  Those words echoed in my mind.  I heard those words whispered to my ear earlier today.  As soon as we’d gotten here I heard them.  It was Death’s voice, calm and reassuring.  As much as I wasn’t afraid of Death any longer, I was still afraid of losing Gabe and everyone I loved.