fireworks [one shot]

let me burn

It's been three years and I'm still here.

Without you.

We always wanted to go here together. I remember you begging me to take you here to watch the fireworks. You were like a little boy trying to persuade his mother to buy him sweet icecream.

I couldn't resist.

I didn't want to resist.

Who knew I should have?

We went. You were holding my hand so tightly.... Now it feels like you knew we had so little time.

The night was very warm, yet you still took off you jacket and put it around my shoulders. Maybe if you'd take that jacket with you I woudn't remember you so much now. Maybe it would hurt less.

We sat it the grass and you still held my hand, carefully playing with my fingers. It made my heart flutter and shivers ran down my spine just like it did when you held my hand like that for the first time.

I still loved you the same.

I looked at you. You were excited and literally couldn't wait to see the colorful beauty. Everything was so right at that moment. I've never been happier before.

I laid my head on your shoulder. You squeezed my hand and softly kissed all of my knuckles while smiling like a crazy freak. I laughed at you because you were being such a little kid.

So happy.

So bright.

So impatient.

Then you made me look up and these beautiful little sparks cut across the sky.

At first they were like one small ball of colors, fire and life. Then the ball burst open and the sparks spread out into the sky like a wildfire.

Green, red, blue, golden, violet, all kinds of colors and shapes....

Fireworks.

Look at the sparks, you said, pointing your finger up, they're dancing.

You were right. They were moving in a short colorful dance. Swinging, flying, swirling falling, fading...

These sparks were here, lighting up the dark night like a cure healing some desease.

And when they faded away the desease spread out again.

Do you think people are like fireworks? you asked and then quickly shaked your head. No. They're not. But you are. You're just as beautiful. You're like a firework, you said and smiled at me.

I didn't smile back but you didn't care- your eyes were glued up the sky again.

You're like a firework....

No.

I wasn't like a firework.

You were.

You were a firework.

You we quick. You were pretty. You were breath taking. I could never take my eyes off you when you were around.

You were a firework and you faded away.

Just like them. Just like the little sparks, the little pieces of colored fire. You rised up, danced and then fell down and faded away.

You disappeared and there was nothing to light up my dark night. The cure was gone. And the desease spread out.

....

The fireworks are gone and I miss you.

I miss the fire.

Let me burn.