Eiri's turn
Leaving him was the hardest thing I ever had to do in life. Dying had been the easy part. At first I had been frightened of what was waiting for me. Was it like sleeping for eternity? Would my mind be awake, but trapped in nothing but darkness? I had tried to make him understand by painting a fairy tale picture for him, but it, too, had left him in tears. That final day is burned into my memory. My body had held on for as long as it could-- probably longer than it would have if he'd not been there beside me, begging me to hold on just a little longer. I could feel my heart slowing. I had finally reached the end of all the little longers. I can still feel where his tears touched my cheek. If I had a mirror, maybe I would see scars there. I'd like that.
They let me come back and see him after a while. I stood there beside his bed, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there on those dirty sheets, like the angel he was afraid of never becoming. If he didn't become an angel, then no one ever had a right to be. I almost choked when I saw he had a button from the shirt I was wearing on my last day on earth. Then he woke slowly and looked at me. I smiled, trying to hide my sadness. He'd barely eaten anything since I died, not that there was much left to eat. Even if I hadn't looked in Their book, I would have still known he was not much longer for this earth. He was fading quickly. The world was a cruel place, to have hurt such a one as pure as he so much. Those who never knew him would suffer for it.
I told him we'd be together again, and soon.
"For how long?" he asked.
"Forever," I replied, smiling. Forever.
"I miss you," he told me.
"I miss you, too, my love."
((Does it seem foolish of me that I got teary eyed writing that?))
They let me come back and see him after a while. I stood there beside his bed, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there on those dirty sheets, like the angel he was afraid of never becoming. If he didn't become an angel, then no one ever had a right to be. I almost choked when I saw he had a button from the shirt I was wearing on my last day on earth. Then he woke slowly and looked at me. I smiled, trying to hide my sadness. He'd barely eaten anything since I died, not that there was much left to eat. Even if I hadn't looked in Their book, I would have still known he was not much longer for this earth. He was fading quickly. The world was a cruel place, to have hurt such a one as pure as he so much. Those who never knew him would suffer for it.
I told him we'd be together again, and soon.
"For how long?" he asked.
"Forever," I replied, smiling. Forever.
"I miss you," he told me.
"I miss you, too, my love."
((Does it seem foolish of me that I got teary eyed writing that?))