Short stories

What is it?

What is it about him that makes her so happy? That makes her love him so? She knew she shouldn't because it is wrong but she can't help herself. When he sits near her, she wants to hold his hand and never let go. She wants to lean her head on his shoulders as he lends her his strength to go on.

She wants to say the words that are on the tip off her tongue and yet, she can't open her mouth or find her voice to let them out. She grows weary of hiding, keeping them in. They burn in her mouth, like a bile taste at the back of her throat.

How she aches to say them to him just once, to lean close and whisper them in his ears for him, and him alone, to hear them, to kiss his cheek bashfully, to hold him close and breathe in his scent. How she wished to be held by him and comforted.

The tears are falling down. Silently. Drowning her. She can't wipe them away fast enough. God, she loves him so much.

They walk, talk, laugh, and play. They joke, hug, kiss, and comfort. She has felt these things with him and her heart was warmed. Her heart was crushed beyond belief when her first love left her. She never thought she could heal. Until introduced to him. He made her laugh and cry, made her happy, made her feel again.

And now things are falling apart. She can't take it anymore. Her sanity depends on it. She loves him so much but she can't bear to feel the pain anymore. What should she do?