Gabriel shorts

Art

You walked around for a while, from one place to the next. Looking at the canvases in front of you and trying to see what the artist is trying to tell you. Tilting your head you start to grin as you see something within that painting. You take another step closer and nearly touching the texture you outline the object. Smiling you turn to gaze upon the next one. As you stand at a new one you have a feeling you can't shake. The painting doesn't look at you but you do feel like your being watched.

No other patrons crowd the hall where you stand. Listening you hear no other footsteps but you could feel someone else. Coming to the corner you look around it and see only a few in the distance. Slightly confused you turn and walk until another painting catches your eye. Something inside it makes you stare and get closer. You gasp and put your hand over your mouth. Then begin to giggle, "Gabriel."

The painting begins to move then a snap of the fingers and he appears.

"Thought I had you this time."

You shake your head, "do you have no shame? This is a classic work of art."

He moves up to you, "I didn't realize you were so into this stuff."

"Its history, how can I not like it? Art is beautiful."

He cups your cheek, "I agree."

You blush and he clicks his tongue. Pushing your chin up you look into those whiskey eyes. You smile at him as his thumb strokes your cheek, "you don't know how special you are." You stare at him as he leans in then your lips connect. Closing your eyes you wrap yourself around him. Kissing like there was no tomorrow. When you break and press your foreheads together you want to gaze upon those beautiful eyes again. When you do the room around you fades to black as does his face.

"GABRIEL," you yell from the bottom of your lungs. Then wake up with a jump from bed. Night sweats stain your clothes as you wipe your face. Panting you swing your feet over the side of the bed and stand. Entering the bathroom and leaning over the sink you splash water on your face. Looking up in the mirror you see your tired face. Turing off the faucet you make your way back into the bedroom.

Suddenly the lights turn on and you see him on your bed.

"How often do you dream of me?"

Rubbing your eyes, "is this... are you real?"

He wiggles his eyebrows and you jump on the bed. You snuggle up in his arms, "I've missed you so damn much."

He squeezes you back, "missed you more."

"Then why did you leave?"

"To protect you."

You look up at him, "what have you gotten yourself into?"

He kisses your forehead, "doesn't matter now. Its over."

He said that so hauntingly you didn't believe him but at the moment you were happy to have him back. "Bullshit but we can talk later."

He squeezes you and turns the lights off. Throughout the night you checked to make sure he was still there. You'd forgotten what he smelled like and the shape of his lips. What he looked like when he slept or the little nose crinkle he did. Keeping a hold on him you drift off, "don't leave again," you whisper.

In the morning you wake up to an empty bed. You shoot up and look around then cover your face with your hands as you begin to sob. "It was a dream again." You crumble and feel the weight of the world on your shoulders.

"Even when you cry you're beautiful."

You look up to see him in the doorway. Springing up you cross the room and wrap your arms around him. "Where did you go?"

"Coffee shop."

"You didn't wake me?"

"It took you a while to fall asleep."

You hugged him harder.

"Careful with the goods," he laughed out.

"Sorry," you loosened your grip.

You pressed your lips to his, remembering how they taste. He moves some hair behind your ears and you look into those rare browns.

"There's my work of art."

THE END