Short Stories

Reaching

I reach and I reach, trying to grab for it. The thing I've been reaching for my entire life. The one thing that has always been in my sights.

I reach for it, but it's so far. What am I suppose to do when I can't reach it? It's so far away, it's impossible.

I'm sorry, I can't reach you, I can't do it. A tear slips as I reach my hand out to him, I'm sorry. I close my fist and only catch air. I'm sorry...

I keep falling away, further and further from the one thing I reach for. I will never be able to reach him.

My arms wave around as I try and grab something physical, but nothing is within my short and pathetic reach. I can't achieve anything if I can't reach him. Come back to me! I need you! I reach one last time before I finally fall far enough to where I have lost all sight.

Goodbye.