My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

Empty.

"What the fuck Charlie?" I yell at him, sinking to my knees. "You're leaving me?" Tears threaten to spill over my eyes and I shut them tightly, tears leaking through anyway. I don't hear anything but the sound of his retreating footsteps. They slowly get quieter until they're gone for good. I look up, and I don't see him anywhere in the field of grass.

I begin crying, tears flowing freely, soaking my face and spilling onto my lips. I taste salt and my cries become heart wrenching sobs of desperation. I don't make any noise except my wailing and heaving for breathes. It feels as if there is a knife in my chest, thousands of splinters in my lungs and bricks in my bones. Everything hurts and I collapse into the grass, it tickling my nose. My hair fans out under my head as I slowly lose tears, the taste of salt still prominent in my mouth.

Slowly, I regain my breathing, but my heart still hurts. I lay in the grass, calm and quiet. My chest moves up and down with each breathe. I just lay there, my tears stained into my clothing, his words, or lack of, tearing into my heart. My heart physically hurts.

We had the deepest of emotional connections. Charlie knew everything about me. He knew I loved the rain, the feel of grass, how I like my coffee. He knew the way I felt about people, my views on political correctness. A lot more, like how I like to be kissed, how I love to bed held, have my hair stroked.

I knew all the same and more for him too. We'd debate about music, sexualities, celebrities, movies. We would hold serious, silly, funny, or intelligent conversations. We didn't need to talk all the time. We were comfortable together in silence.

Sighing, I stare up into the light blue sky with white, cotton candy clouds. I just lay there, watching the clouds float on by like my thoughts. I watch as stars appear, the sky turns a rainbow of colors, then black. As the day progresses into night, I lose my emotions. I'm not happy but I'm not sad. I'm empty.