short stories

Just A Dream

I'm walking down the street when I see you. You're so beautiful, your suffocating blue eyes, and dark ebony hair calling to get tangled in my fingers. I stare at you, at your tears falling like raindrops. I can feel you calling out to me, your eyes reaching out to my heart. Your feelings envelop me, and consume my very being. I walk towards you,  but you back away. I run to you, I wrap my arms around you as I finally feel your warmth. Your arms hesitantly surround me. We stand that way for what feels like an eternity but could only be seconds, and I know I've fallen in love. You are the one for me. You lean in and reach your perfect lips for my rough ones. I've barely touched you before you disappear, gone from me forever. I lay in bed with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was just a dream. Its been years since you left me, left everything behind. I remember the funeral too vividly, the image still fresh on my mind. I remember saying my final goodbye, seeing your lifeless body be lowered into the ground. I can still smell your perfume, the taste of your chap-stick. I ask myself every day why I'm still here and you aren't. I don't know what to do with myself, I can't feel anything other than pain. I can't keep going anymore, not without you. I look around and see the noose I'd prepared the night before. I stand and prepare myself, I have no one to say sorry or explain myself to. I stand on the chair and put the rope around my neck. All I have to do is take one step and I can see you again. Your face flashes through my mind, your eyes sad and understanding. I close my eyes, your face filling my head, and step forward. I open my eyes and see you in front of me, I smile and fall to my knees sobbing. I missed you.