Hey y'all. I'm back. I stopped writing about a year ago, but I'll present you with some of my final pieces. One-shot. Tears, and sadness. Enjoy.
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I held my head within my arms, letting the tears drench me. It was the notion of being so small that I let the soft summer breeze wash over me.
"Suze?" The strands of Cee's thin, blonde hair swept the floor. It wasn't too long before I allowed myself to undo the latch on the door. The bathroom tiles swerved underneath me.
"Talk to me. You've locked yourself in the bathroom for hours. Everyone's worried." She bent over me, tying back my hair. A strand looped over my face, and I allowed it to stay there. Her hands were warm at my back, always a hand to support me.
I washed my face, my eyes unfazed. "He's always there. Always."
"I know it hurts, babe," she stared at me in the mirror, bearing a concerned expression. "You've told me so many times."
"He just disappeared. Right in front of me." My voice was filled with resentment, and maybe a dash of sorrow. "His façade was so serene, and peaceful . . . and he didn't even say goodbye."
I'd listen for his soft velvety voice at nighttime. Searching for his smile. My balance was only paper thin, and he shattered it with one touch.
Silence crept up the air. Only my rhythmic sobbing remained.
"And Jesse still haunts me. I try so, so hard to forget. But he just won't let me go. Why am I living in his shadow? Why is he doing this to me?"
She stared at my reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide. "No. Jesse's not haunting you. You're just unwilling to let go. It's been two year, Suze. Why won't you just set him free? He's tortured by your pain."
I was afraid. So, so scared that I would forget him. That his touch would fade from my memories. His kiss would drown in my heart. I would be lost in his pools of knowledge, and his eyes would render me useless.
"He hasn't left a trace of himself. I see his shimmer everyday. He just vanished, looking so calm and tranquil."
Her eyes hardened, but expression still caring and soft. "Let him go. He'll manage to come back and blow you off your feet."
I glanced out my window. Just a minute there, I saw a glimmer. Blink again, and it was gone. I was sure that I was dreaming.
The summer wind blew breezily, carrying bits of dandelions with the sweet scent of warmness. It hit me squaring in the face.
"Okay," I promised. "But it's going to hurt like hell."
"Suze," she comforted. "Let it go."
"I'll set you free . . . but you have to promise to come back."