"I'm sorry," I whispered, holding the crying woman in my arms.
She clung to me, "Why can't you bring me with you?"
"Because," I mumbled while smoothing her hair, "You're my home. I can't stay,"
This only made her sob harder and I smiled bitterly at her. "'m cursed to never stay at home for longer than three months,"
She held up our wedding rings, the words inscribed being 'I am yours as you are mine'.
"Promise me, you'll be mine,"
It was always like this whenever they leave. She always tries to stop the curse, finding something like a hazel bracelet or an iron necklace. It never lasts for long. At most, they allow me to stay for two more weeks but that's about it. I know I will always remain truthful, no matter what. It would hurt me too much to try and be with anyone else but her.
"I promise."
She pulled me close and we fell into the tender kiss. The last bit of daylight was dying out and I can't stay after 6 pm. I knew we continued our relationship however long distance it may be. Sometimes I head to Europe, sometimes I head for Asia. The last time I stayed here, I never saw a glimpse of her no matter how much I tried to find a loophole, such as meeting up at a café. We couldn't see each other and it was wretched.
"Don't forget to call," She mumbled as I held my traveler's bag tighter than intended.
"I won't. Keep up with your lessons okay? I wanna try having a duet with you, the piano and the violin does sound beautiful together," I gave her one last squeeze before letting go.
It was always painful. Saying goodbye, that is. I always remind her of how much I love her by telling her of how much I dream about her. I tell her of how much I miss her or the things I've seen. She tells me of how much she loves me, of how my voice is a reassurance to her and how her day went.
I smiled bitterly as we waved goodbye and I left. The weight of my bag, heavy as the weight in my heart, already I missed the sound of her heart beating or the laughter in her voice. I missed the jokes we share and the light that shines in life.
After all, there's no place like I home.
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Short Stories: Love
RandomA collection of short stories I made related to different forms of love. Stories included: Moon Child: A girl from the moon falls on earth and searches for home. If Love Was a Person: Love comes in many forms, these are a few of them. Screaming in t...
