Long Drabble: The Moment You Never Forget
Title: The Moment You Never Forget
Author: Earthangie
Rated: G
Notes: I was rummaging through an old notebook and found this! Since some girls were saying the community is quiet these days (and since I was a bum and took too long to update), I'll post!
It's a long drabble..
The moment it happened... My heart, my breath, coherent thoughts -- all stopped. I couldn't catch a stitch of oxygen for my lungs. I couldn't feel my legs. Wait, I couldn't feel anything. Was I dead? Was I dreaming?
Then it became real. Everything changed. My whole existence shifted. She spoke.
"May I come in?" The slow, rich timbre of Alex's voice swamped my ears. I stepped aside and as she moved silently past me, I caught a whiff of her subtle perfume. The scent raced through my blood stream, striking my brain and demanding an intense rise in my body temperature. I could never forget that scent she'd left on my skin, so many nights... So long ago. Thousands of images flashed before my eyes from another time as Alex stood silently in my living room.
I watched her as she twisted her leather gloves in her clammy, nervous palms. She was different, but she looked exactly the same. Each precious detail, just as I remembered. Just as I dreamt of, almost every night since she left. Finally I spoke.
"No one told me," I admitted. She sighed heavily, as her shoulders dropped. Was that relief?
"That explains the look on your face," she half laughed, looking away. Her eyes landed on a picture on the wall of Jeff and I. Some fling that happened about six months ago, until I broke it off after four or five dates. We had stayed good friends. "This one is new..." Her fingertips grazed the frame.
I felt lightheaded, like my mind just could not grasp that this was not a ghost. My body reacted as if she were. I tried to will myself out of it.
"I didn't know," I repeated, shaking my head. "No one told me you-- He... Valez is dead? You're in my living room?"
Alex shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets and looked at the floor. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she rocked uneasily from her heels to her toes. I was at a loss.
The light bounced off the gold in her hair and it struck a cord in me. I stepped forward; Alex looked up. We hesitated for a moment and then before I knew it, my arms were around her petite frame, pulling her close.
I don't know when I started crying, but I noticed when I felt a tear of hers moisten my cheek as she pulled back to look at me.
"I didn't want them to tell you," she smiled, her tears rolling silently.
"Why?" I asked, so confused.
"Because I know how you are," she laughed inside a broken sob. So did I. She touched my hair gently before resting her hand on my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into her. Could this be happening? Could it really be happening to me?
"You wouldn't..." Alex took a deep breath, "you wouldn't have slept for a week straight."
My eyes snapped open, "you knew last Friday?!"
"It didn't make it easier... Trust me," her eyes darted away as tears threatened their flow harder.
Then I just did it. What I hadn't done for two years and four days... But who's counting? I kissed her. Sweetly and truly, I kissed her.
"Welcome home."
Author: Earthangie
Rated: G
Notes: I was rummaging through an old notebook and found this! Since some girls were saying the community is quiet these days (and since I was a bum and took too long to update), I'll post!
It's a long drabble..
The moment it happened... My heart, my breath, coherent thoughts -- all stopped. I couldn't catch a stitch of oxygen for my lungs. I couldn't feel my legs. Wait, I couldn't feel anything. Was I dead? Was I dreaming?
Then it became real. Everything changed. My whole existence shifted. She spoke.
"May I come in?" The slow, rich timbre of Alex's voice swamped my ears. I stepped aside and as she moved silently past me, I caught a whiff of her subtle perfume. The scent raced through my blood stream, striking my brain and demanding an intense rise in my body temperature. I could never forget that scent she'd left on my skin, so many nights... So long ago. Thousands of images flashed before my eyes from another time as Alex stood silently in my living room.
I watched her as she twisted her leather gloves in her clammy, nervous palms. She was different, but she looked exactly the same. Each precious detail, just as I remembered. Just as I dreamt of, almost every night since she left. Finally I spoke.
"No one told me," I admitted. She sighed heavily, as her shoulders dropped. Was that relief?
"That explains the look on your face," she half laughed, looking away. Her eyes landed on a picture on the wall of Jeff and I. Some fling that happened about six months ago, until I broke it off after four or five dates. We had stayed good friends. "This one is new..." Her fingertips grazed the frame.
I felt lightheaded, like my mind just could not grasp that this was not a ghost. My body reacted as if she were. I tried to will myself out of it.
"I didn't know," I repeated, shaking my head. "No one told me you-- He... Valez is dead? You're in my living room?"
Alex shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets and looked at the floor. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she rocked uneasily from her heels to her toes. I was at a loss.
The light bounced off the gold in her hair and it struck a cord in me. I stepped forward; Alex looked up. We hesitated for a moment and then before I knew it, my arms were around her petite frame, pulling her close.
I don't know when I started crying, but I noticed when I felt a tear of hers moisten my cheek as she pulled back to look at me.
"I didn't want them to tell you," she smiled, her tears rolling silently.
"Why?" I asked, so confused.
"Because I know how you are," she laughed inside a broken sob. So did I. She touched my hair gently before resting her hand on my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into her. Could this be happening? Could it really be happening to me?
"You wouldn't..." Alex took a deep breath, "you wouldn't have slept for a week straight."
My eyes snapped open, "you knew last Friday?!"
"It didn't make it easier... Trust me," her eyes darted away as tears threatened their flow harder.
Then I just did it. What I hadn't done for two years and four days... But who's counting? I kissed her. Sweetly and truly, I kissed her.
"Welcome home."