For people who suffer from writers block

a friend for life

My eyes fall shut as I raise my head and feel the heat of the sun on my cheeks, the cool breeze blowing softly against my face and the cool beads of sweat roll down my neck. An icy hand brushes my shoulder and my eyes fly open to reveal the blank face of a friend I thought I would never see again, his eyes were fixed on the horizon and his face looked relaxed but his usual bubbly personality was gone only to be replaced by the cold and emotionless being beside me. He sighed and turned to me and that's when I noticed his eyes, the usual ocean blue was gone, replaced by the blood red irises staring back at me. Some say your eyes are the windows into your soul but his eyes looked nothing like before when I knew them well, I spent many hours of my young life getting lost in them but now there was nothing, it was like the window had closed and the curtains shut, it scared me so much that I gasped, this made him smile but it wasn't a happy smile it was more like a smirk, like the fact that he scared me made him feel accomplished. After he relaxed his expression, he turned back to face the now setting sun

"it really has been a long time, hasn't it?" he said in a calm, almost scary voice that sent a shiver down my spine, but I turned to him and forced a smile

"I honestly thought I would never see you again, especially after... well you know" I sighed again and looked back to the setting sun trying to hold back tears a the memory of the events replaying in the back of my mind. He sighs and turns to face me, but I look away, too afraid to see the look on his face. We stay like that for a few minutes until he does something I never would have expected, his icy arms wrap around me as he lays his face in the crook of my neck

"I'm so sorry I-I never should have left you there, I had so many thoughts running through my mind that I just ran away , trying to escape that... that thing and I know it's no excuse but I really am sorry" he whispered now sobbing into my shoulder begging for forgiveness but I froze, fresh tears rolling down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around his waist

" It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault, if it wasn't f-for that thing we would never have gotten separated in the first place" I sobbed as my voice broke and all my bottled up emotions were finally released. After we had both calmed down we let go of each other and smiled, a genuine smile and for once In the eight years we were separated I laughed, not because I thought of my behaviour as pathetic, it was because it felt right and soon we were both on our backs laughing like the crazy little kids we once were. 

hope you like it and I hope it helps you with your writers block 

- vegemite204