Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words:
She stood waiting at the door; hand quivering; grasping the door-frame. A single tear slid down her hollow cheeks. He had promised. He had held her tight in his arms and promised her, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Another tear slid down her face. But promises were meant to be broken, weren’t they? A steady stream of tears now slid down her face. She slowly loosened her grip from the doorway and took one painstaking step into the room. One foot in front of the other; she persevered till she reached her destination. The short walk finally broke the last thread holding her together. She collapsed against the bed as sobs racked her frail body.
She could still remember that day as clear as a crystal.
‘The sun was bright and it was a lovely spring day, the kind that makes you want to spend it skipping in a lovely meadow full of the fragrance of Frangipani. They were curled together in her backyard her head burrowed in the crook of his neck as the gentle breeze washed over them. Eyes closed, both of them with serene smiles on their faces were enjoying a quiet, peaceful afternoon together.
“I love you” he whispered to her. She slowly opened her eyes and gazed into his hazel ones. “I love you, more than you can imagine” she murmured. He rolled them over till the length of his body covered her fragile, petite one and tenderly touched his lips to hers. Just a fleeting, teasing touch, leaving her wanting more. He slowly trailed kisses down her jaw and then her neck. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and sighed.
“I’m scared.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud and it was barely audible to her own ears but he heard it all the same. He paused and looked up at her. “What is it?” he asked, his tone laced with concern. She tried to play it off as being nothing, that it was silly and she was just over thinking like she was wont to do. But he was persistent and she relented. “It…it just seems like..like everyone I love is snatched away from me. First grams, then mum and then dad. I have no one left except you and I just couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you!” Her body shuddered of its own accord and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. Just the thought of losing him was unbearably painful. “Oh honey,” he had whispered “I’m not going anywhere, love; you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not” he had said with a small grin on his face. He tucked a loose tendril of her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. He looked down and clasped her hand in his; they were a perfect fit. He looked straight into her dark eyes and promised, “You’ll always find me here, right next to you and with you. Always.” “You promise?” she had asked. “I promise.” And he sealed his promise with a heart stopping kiss. They spent the rest of the afternoon curled up together.
But promises were made only to be broken. ‘Always‘ he had said, she remembered as she jerked out of that memory. Her sobs were now heart wrenching, emerging straight from the gut. This wasn’t supposed to happen to them. They were supposed to have a long life together, have children together, grow old together. He wasn’t supposed to fall ill, he wasn’t supposed to leave her alone and go on ahead. He had promised.
She clenched his hand in hers one last time, crouched against his bed; her head resting on his chest, marveling at the perfect fit that had been. She stayed that way till gentle arms wrapped around her and pulled her away. She had no fight left in her anymore. Her parents death had shattered her, but his death had stolen her soul away with him.
She was hollow, limp, numb. She couldn’t feel anything anymore. She didn’t want to feel anything ever again. Empty.
His sister was just as shattered as she was. He was her only brother after all. But she was stronger than her. She still had some fight left in her. She helped her dress in a simple black dress, The funeral was to be held today. At the same church where she had envisioned having a wedding. Marrying him. But she could feel pain no more. They slowly made their way through the service. It was all a blur. All she could remember was seeing his pale, still body in the mahogany casket one last time, before it was lowered in the ground. The image burned in her lids; truly the last memory of his that would haunt her for the rest of her life. The ghostly pale face of one she had loved dearly, loved more than she did herself, the one she would always love.
It was only when the casket was buried in the ground and the funeral service was over that she felt again. She felt shards of glass piecing her heart. She was bleeding from the inside, bleeding black. And there was no one left to fix her bleeding heart, no one left at all.
She stood at the altar all alone and looked back. She could see a breathtakingly beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous wedding gown slowly make her way towards her. She had a brilliant smile on her face. As she drew closer to her she looked familiar, she looked like someone she knew. She looked…she looked like her. With another stab to her heart she turned around slowly. There he was looking handsome in his black tux grinning lovingly at his wife-to-be. Another stab to her heart, and she whipped back around but all she could see was the desolate, dark empty archway of the church, black as coal looming ahead, the mirage gone, bringing with it another wave of despair. It was dark and empty ahead. But life had to go on.
She closed her eyes and took one painful step after another until the darkness engulfed her. It may be a long, winding way but sunshine waited for her at the other end. No matter how long she took to get out, she would always find the sunshine waiting for her at the other end.