Seasons: Finale

First two parts were published last Tuesday and yesterday.

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“This can’t be,” my mind whispered. But my heart and my senses knew, this is him.

When I finally looked into his dark brown eyes, words ran out of me. Anger and sadness left me. I am numb.

He stared back and looked through my eyes as his hand trace my arms and reach for my hand.

“Let’s go,” he finally said, softly. I am too weak to resist so I let him lead me.

Memories came rushing as we walk hand in hand towards the ancient wooden bench that we call, ours. This place is far too familiar to forget. It smells sweet during summer, fresh during spring, chilly during winter. Now, the atmosphere is filled with earth scents.

We sit silently, unmoving.

I stare away from his face but my body is wide awake as his finger trace the ghost of our engagement ring.

More shivers run through me as I felt his face moves closer to my ears.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he whispered repeatedly. His hoarse voice cracked as he softly say how much he missed me.

I slowly pushed him away. I faced him, eye to eye, with all my being. I am not sure if I am a soul now or what, but I bared my whole self to him as I look straight to his teary-eyes.

“Breathe. Please, breathe,” I reminded myself as the flood of emotions flowed through me. Anger. Sadness. Longing. Unbelief. Love. Yes, love is still there.

I am now looking again at the man I loved and still love so much. I am now looking at the man I imagined waiting for me at the altar. I am now looking at the man I dreamed of having children with. I am now looking at the man I have mourned for five years.

I am now looking at the man I badly wanted to be alive, again.

“Come with me,” he said as he wiped my tears.

“How?” I asked in between my quiet sobs.

He moves closer to me. “Just say yes.”

I looked at his eyes and let the windows of my soul express the words my tongue cannot utter.

Our stares are charged with strong love, anguish, sadness, confusion. Our eyes are like weapons that unveil the emotional turmoil happening inside us.

Just as the longing became unbearable, his soft lips finally met mine.

We are both cold but our locked-lips sent warm current through our whole being. His lips felt familiar and intoxicating. His lips reminded me of what I have been missing. His lips, oh, his lips.

My eyes remained close. I want to feel him and him only, until a strong electric jolt shocked me.

I resisted the strong energy trying to suck me away from him.

I tried… I tried…. I tried….

But I cannot resist the black-hole-like force that swallowed me.

My heart beats fast.

My body shakes.

My breath rushes back.

“Her heartbeat returned. She’s back, she’s back,” someone whispered softly but with urgency.

My eyes struggle to open up against the blinding lights of the operating room.

I am alive, again.

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09.28.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 16 Assignment. This is my first-ever flash fiction series.