A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 9

I heard you stirring in your sleep throughout the night, and it took away from my sleep. I knew how we lest things last night made it hard for you to sleep no matter how tired you truly were. It was hard for me too, but that didn't keep me from spending time with my paints in the morning. The morning waits for no one, and it's useless to let the day slip away into the night without so much as stepping foot outside.

At dawn, I worked away at my masterpiece that soon you would witness. I preferred working as opposed to doing nothing but dwell on the past. Dreams left me vulnerable, and I wouldn't say I like that feeling. I suppose I made you feel that, and I'm deeply sorry.  

I mixed the browns with my spit and turned them from deep brown to rust—the color of the sand by my feet. The sand was always getting everywhere, even inside the house. Do most people hate it but to me? To me, it just means that the sand is always by my side through thick and thin. 

 I finished my intricate designs of zig-zags and jagged pieces that never seemed to fit after about an hour of meddling. Those pieces that don't seem to fit are oddly my favorite. They tie everything together. They made the work more realistic because, in real life, nothing seems to fit together just right. You sure didn't fit in where you were placed, and yet you were given a second chance. You were given a chance to live as yourself. 

I went inside to check on you and possibly take you out of the house for some fresh air, but I have a feeling today won't be as promising as yesterday. 

My weight creaked against the floorboards as I made my way towards your room. 

I heard you in your sleep, and it nearly sent me racing to hold you until you calmed down. 

"You'll never have me!" You yelled and tried to push at everything and nothing. The air seemed to be putting up a fight as your arms remained in the air grasping at straws. 

"Gem," I breathed and touched your cheek like last night and then embraced you in a hug. Sorry for the sweat. I just needed to make sure you were okay and that we were okay. I eventually let go to give you space as your arms fell back at your sides, and you slept some more.