Stories About Hope

The River

I sat at the river watching how the clear water flowed beneath me mixing with my tears.

I cried often these days, because he had just gone away, away to fight in a war.

The sun slowly rose over the hill painting the sky and the clouds blood red.

Why?

I asked myself why there had to be a war, why he had to go.

I began to sob.

Why has there to be so much mourning in this world, so much pain, so much sorrow?

I stared at the sunrise in the distance.

Why?

My eyes went back to the river.

The water flowed like the life is flowing, you can't change it, you can't stop it...

The world will always go on...

I heard footsteps behind me and turned around.

My gaze fell on a person standing five steps behind me.

His hair, his face was streaming with blood so he was barely recognizable, his clothes were torn and covered with blood.

But he smiled.

He smiled as he approached me, watching me crying silently with his crimson eyes.

Kneeling down next to me he pulled me into a tight embrace.

I laid my arms around his middle and sobbed into his chest, while he softly stroked over my hair, mumbling calming things, trying to comfort me.

After a while I lifted my head to look into his face.

It just looked terrible and I tried to wipe the blood away with my hand.

"It looks really bad", I whispered.

His smile grew wider and he took my hand in his looking deep into my eyes causing my heart to skip a beat.

"It's alright. It's okay." He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear and I buried my head against his neck.

He laid his hand under my chin to lift my face, then I felt his lips on mine.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back, putting all my emotions in this kiss, my pain, my happiness.

After a while we parted for air.

"It's over. I'm back." he said quietly into my ear.

The sun had completely risen over the horizon, the sky was no longer red, it was of a calming blue.

The river reflected its bright light, flowing on, without my tears, because my life went on and so did his.