The sound of your heart beating // fiction

A sad fiction of a widowed man's journal full of stories about his deceased wife.

''She was so fragile, so weak but so breathtakingly beautiful. I don't know if it was her graceful walk, the way her hair fell in front of her chest or it was just how the light shone on her baby blues but I was captivated. As if I was spellbound. Cast under a spell by the gods, for a reason. I was under a trance, like a moth to a flame or like a fisherman seduced by the voice of his mermaid waiting at shore, humming a song like an angel. I was charmed by her voice as she ordered her tea, enchanted by her exquisite demeanor and sophistication. She radiated innocence, but also elegance and solitude. Her strawberry fragrance sent me over the edge as she walked by. Her skirt swished as she passed and showed off her long legs. She was beautiful, to say the least. From the minute I laid eyes on her, I knew she had to be mine. And if she was to take her last breath, it was going to be with me, in my arms, while she listened to the sound of my heart beating as her own slowed down to a stop.''