Those Brown Eyes

XIX. Those Brown Eyes

Please don't leave me...

The boy anxiously stares out his window, watching the dark landscape go by in a haze as a light drizzle falls. His heart pounds in his chest and the words he hasn't said to anyone in so long resound in his mind, itching to be uttered.

"Drive faster." His voice is tight, choked, as if he may burst into tears any second.

His black hair that has grown far too long falls in front of his face, hiding the tempest within those brown eyes.

He glances down at his phone, reading and re-reading the text that had started this whole thing. How had she been able to contact him in the first place? He'd changed his number, for God's sake.

His friend grips the steering wheel, knowing how important this is to him. "I'm driving as fast as I can," he says through clenched teeth.

My God, what a time to obey traffic laws!

Nerves take hold of the boy's chest, squeezing his heart to nothing but a barely recognizable pulp with every mile that is driven.

I miss you.

So?

He shuts those brown eyes as nausea overtakes him, coming with the memories playing right before his eyes.

It cannot be true, this cannot be happening. He tried to make sense of it, willing her to be there waiting for him with arms outstretched.

Those brown eyes popped open once again in desperation, barely keeping himself from asking his friend to pull over so he could drive. He could think clearly enough to know that it wasn't safe for him to drive in this condition; he wanted to arrive safely for her. She would need him.

You're my everything.

They are nearing the exit and those brown eyes stare straight ahead at the road.

He can't believe he let them drift apart this way. A year ago if he'd been told that they would go eight months without seeing or hearing from each other he would have laughed and said something along the lines of, "no way, I'm marrying this girl."

One of the last things he'd said to her was that he didn't need her, that he didn't need anyone. He knew it would shatter her and yet he said it anyway. Why, why hadn't he listened to his heart and not his brain? He should have known that it would have led to this.

They are driving up to the enteance, those brown eyes are frantic now as he throws open the car door before they reach a full stop. His friend yells at him, but he doesn't hear. He's already inside, calling her name, screaming at the top of his lungs. He can't hear himself, it's all a blur.

I will always be yours.

She's arriving just as he is, stretched out, pale and unbreathing. He stares with those brown eyes as his world crumbles around him, unraveling like a ball of yarn.

They wheel her away, covering her small body With a white sheet. That hand he used to hold so tightly slipped out, fingers painted black as always, the bracelet he gave her when he proposed still faithfully tied around her wrist.

Those brown eyes are now filled with tears, he falls to his knees. No.

I still want you! I still need you! I love you...

This was inspired by the attached song and I will not lie I cried while writing this 😭 why I do this to myself, I have no idea. 

P.S. I'm pretty sure this doesn't count as poetry but at this point I have no rules lol