Shorty Tails

Just Another Dream About You

The wind ripples in your hair as you sit on the porch debating whether or not to go.

"I think it's time for me to go home." You say as your heart is weighing heavy. Your eyes red, and your throat tight.

"I understand." He replies after he bites his lip. "Whatever is best for you." He bit his tongue knowing it wouldn't be wise to beg for you back.

You walk back into the house, the home you built together. The typical smells feel more nauseating than comforting now. They're just memories that make this decision even harder. Everything echoes through the halls and into your eardrums. The laughter, the screams, the drunken tears.

You wash the ink off your arm before you pack your things. For the life of you it's impossible to remember why you wrote "don't forget" but it's too late now. He seems to know, and you're curious, but too scared to ask.

A cab takes you to the train station, after you pack nothing more than some unsentimental necessities. All you can picture is the first time you were here. You saw his face in person for the first time, basking in the sunlight as you fell in his arms.

Then the thunder roars again snapping you out of your daydream.

His voice calls your name out two, three times in a row. It's just a figment of your imagination... right? But he keeps calling and calling, it grows louder and louder. He's there when you turn around. His hair dripping wet, blue green eyes shining like the ocean that was between you for so long. There he is, beautiful, just like the first time. You reach out and fall into his arms.

"I understand if you need to go," he cradles your head close to his chest. "but just know I'm sorry. Do what you need to be happy. That's what counts."

"I was just scared. I don't want to live without you." You melt further into his arms. "I don't think I can live without you."