Phantom Kiss...Chapter One Pink roses.
Sweet scented roses and a box of Hershey chocolates.
Can’t forget the white bear tucked underneath his arm, black, button eyes facing the ground.
The wind blew, dancing in between the trees and gliding across his cheeks.
He inhaled, sighed, and relaxed his tense shoulders. His eyes closed slowly and he brought his head back. Another breeze kissed his lips, swept through his clothes, raked the dead leaves by his feet and swirled them across the ground.
He could hear the rustling of the dancing leaves. He could hear the wind twisting between the branches in the trees, licking the leaves every time they met.
He could feel the cool breeze. It calmed him.
Relaxed him.
Helped him to breath and he felt it breath on him.
So sweet and peaceful.
He savored this moment–the silence, the stillness of the world.
His heartbeat slowed to a calmer pace and his breathing became more relaxed.
He opened his eyes, gazing in the depths of the clear blue sky.
No clouds.
He liked it that way. Nothing to deter his view from his one and only, true love.
He felt the tears but didn’t stop them from falling. He needed this more than anything right now. He had to release those pent up emotions; bottled all inside of him, searching desperately for an escape.
His knees bent, buckled, and he fell over.
Knees dug into the dirt, eyes lazy, staring at the cement.
More tears.
Sorrow and sadness, sadness and sorrow.
First were the roses–he gently positioned them underneath her name–his name.
The petals caressed the cement stone and brought a small smile on his face.
Those were her favorite.
She had them.
They were hers to smell, savor, and love.
Then, came the red box of chocolates–unopened and fresh.
He sat them next to the flowers.
Her gift.
She loved them.
He saw it.
The bear was next. He clutched it in his hand and kissed the cotton fabric. His brown orbs stared through the black buttons on the bear’s face.
Another sigh.
He shook his head and sat the bear down on top of the chocolates.
Seconds later, he stood up, not caring to wipe the dirt smudges on the knees of his pants.
It served as a reminder; an annual reminder.
With his head down, he looked at her once again.
Memories.
Oh, the memories. Flooding back to him without regards to his feelings.
Kisses. Hugs. Touches.
Too much to bear.
Jyuan stayed in that spot for ten minutes without saying a word. Just thinking.
Thinking of the past and how it was.
Thinking of the future and how it should be.
Time lapsed by and the wind made him quiver.
It was getting late–getting cold.
He held his hand to his heart and stared at the date.
He always did that before leaving.
March 10, 2008.
He shook his head and walked away.
This was his serenity in a place of death and he was leaving.
Goodbye.
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Thu Jul 10, 2008 3:31 pm
