When She's Gone

Leaning back I looked up at the ceiling, a huge grin on my face. I could try to explain to you why I had such a weird look on my face, especially at this hour of the night, but the truth was I had no idea. Well I had a bit of an idea. I was thinking of her. Every time I do I get a warm rush though my body and I just can't stop smiling. We had just barely stopped talking, and it not like it was anything romantic or weird like that, a lot of it was just quoting movies to each other, but it was with her. Another warm feeling washed over me, adding vigor to my smile, I could tell that I was not going to get much sleep tonight. Then what felt like mere second had past when i found myself being awoke by the alarm. I rolled out of bed (which helps if your sleeping on the ground) and turned off the alarm. It just felt like a good day, like everything was falling into place. Then my phone buzzes, its a text. I pick it up and its from her. I open up the text and all it says is "good  morning :)". Like I said, a good day.

Who Heals a Doctor?

Who heals a doctor? When someone dedicates their lives to the healer’s art, to helping people, falls ill, who then heals them? These thought pulsed through my brain on the walk home. It was dark and gloomy to match my mood. I felt empty, alone, and just down. Thoughts of her kept running through my brain, while images of what could have been danced in front of my eyes, making every step I took shoot pain right to my heart. I looked back, her house grew slowly, painfully smaller, but, no, I just couldn’t. I felt like a zombie, tie and hair disheveled, walking at a slow and shuffling rhythm. Slow but steady the rain began to pound down. I looked up into the sky in despair, not even the light of the stars shone to give me comfort. Alone wet and thinking of her and how it would be too easy to ask for some company. The thought rotated slowly in my mind, replaying itself endlessly, ask her, ask her. But I continued my my journey home, every step leading me home, but drawing me farther from her. Who heals a doctor? For me, only her. 

The Game

"She said that she'd be here." I said under my breath as I got out of my car. I was dressed slightly casual in a tie and button up shirt, but nothing too tight and hair kinda messy, just the way I liked it. Fireworks went off in the night sky as I walked toward the game. I am admittedly an introvert, I don't do social. it's not like I'm not good at socializing, but like I said, I just don't. But she would be there, so I figured I would give it a shot. I got to the ticket office and paid my dues, a whole two bucks to watch something that I don't care for, but like before my reason is simple, her. In real life and not just in my head. But I was still kinda sceptical and not wanting to be weird I placed my self in a non conspicuous spot and messaged her asking for her whereabouts. "up the stairs, right when you walk in, can't miss it." was her reply. I hurried up the stairs and found her waiting near the top. Despite the awkwardness of the bleaches she still looked fabulous. Her hair was slightly curled and hung lightly around ther face and down her shoulders.  She saw me and waved me over, sending unseen sivers up my spine. I went and sat by her, and encountered a problem, I was sitting in behind an older couple and my leg and just not built for bleacher seating. So the entire time, I was strangely positioned, trying my best to look casual, but not not comfortable at all, such is the life of someone of my stature, long and lanky. Eventually the bleachers clear to the point where I could get comfortable and talk to those around me, to heck with the game. We talked about all sorts of things, and joked about the name of the other team, all to sound of cheering fans and sudden bursts of fireworks going off to mark the many touchdowns that were being made. Suddenly she stood and announced that she couldn't sit on such horribly uncomfortable metal seats for much longer and needed to get up and walk around, so I volunteered  to accompany her, I am a gentleman after all, what else could I do. So we got up and walked around, talking about many different things, nothing of consequence, but my heart was hanging on every single word. We made it out to her car, where she got her jacket, and we went back to the game. It ended, like most games do, but we had already headed over to the other side of the world for a dance. I convinced her to walk with me over, its the least she could to since she convinced me to come. We walked and talked, I entire time, I had a smile on my face, but my heart was calm, I had given up on trying and it seems to be working. We walked under the clock tower, our steps reverberated off the clod hard stone, adding ambient noise to our journey. We walked and walked, the trees swayed and the stars glimmered, but she was the only thing I really cared about. We were nearing the end of our journey, when from out of the darkness there came a figure, a figure I recognized, and it was a figure that did not leave for the rest of the night. But for some reason, I didn't care, as long as I could make her laugh I was happy. And I am smiling still to this day.

Blind

The continual shuffling of feet accompanied by the occasional bleat of a sheep or bray of a donkey added to the sadness that has plagued my heart since the day of my birth. Tears streaked my cheeks and fell down upon my my tattered and torn tunic. The material, rough and rugged, seemed to irritate me more than normal today. I felt around my hovel for my wooden cain, and finding it, I grasped the worn wood like I have held on to life for the last 18 years.  Struggling to my feet, I shuffled forward, one hand holding the cane in place, the other extended to do what my eye cannot. I brushed past the cloth that partially shielded me from the heat and into the bustling street. I tried to imagine how it all looked . The rolling carts, the yelling venders, all the people moving from here to there, their robes swishing the their haste, the priests, always passing speedley. I could always tell the difference from their footsteps, always so hurried and high-stepped. I walked closer, every step shooting pain up my leg. One more, I thought to myself, my feet moved slowly across the rough ground. Then suddenly my foot caught on something that did not move. I fell forward, I could feel the air rush past me as I descended toward the ground. I laid there, tears streaming down my dusty and dirty face. The ground was hard and cold. I lay there like a dead animal, no one was going to come and save me. I was alone, a reject. While wallowing in my self pity a firm hand grasped my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. Arms rapped around me, holding me tightly and giving me a feeling of security and love that I had never felt before. Warmth spread through my whole body. After a few moments the arms reliced me and then hand were placed on my eyes, wiping away my tears. I opened my eyes and saw a man looking down on me. I felt such a great love and light emanating from his face. I then blinked realizing that I could see. I stared at that loving face and the tears that welled up where not of sorrow, but of joy and immense gratitude. I wrapped my arms around him and in a husky whisper said over and over "Thank you."

The Woman in White part 3: Pulled

I found myself on a beach. The waves crashed endlessly upon the golden sand that sparkled in the moonlight. Looking down I saw my bare feet, a pair of tan short and a green plaid button up tee. Looking up I was her moving slowly toward me. We made eye contact and even from here I could see her stunning features, her deep eyes penetrating my very soul. Instinctively my stroll turned into a slow trot, then full out running. She mimicked my speed until we were a few paces from each other. I slowed and opened my arms. She ran into them and I enveloped her in a long embrace, twirling her around, her long white dress whipping in the wind. Stopping, we parted , but only an arms-length away. I stared down at the amazing woman before me, she stared at me, and she stared at me, sending shivers up my spine. She blinked and the waves slowly died and the world became silent. The only thing heard was the beating of our hearts. I slowly leaned down and she raised herself up. Our lips met in a silent embrace that no words can express neither time erase. Time stopped for a moment and all the world sighed. Then everything went terribly wrong. I felt an odd sensation within my chest like someone pulling me backward. We separated and I saw her being dragged by the same invisible force that held me bound. I began to struggle and twist, all the while reaching for her. But it was no use, for every step I took the force pulled me back three. She looked at me with a look of alarm, then she spoke one word: Help. I felt my back hit something hard and I woke up in my bed, alarmed and searching for something. My bed looked as though I had got in a fight, and the only think in my mind was her. Her face kept pulsating in my mind, each beat sending a shock straight to my heart, making me ferel like someone was punching me in the chest. I had to find her.