Welcome Hearts
by Rebecca Joy
Author's Note: I imagined a scene like this while listening to The Heart Asks Pleasure First by Michael Nyman. Please check it out, preferably while reading this and please, please review!
He kissed me.
A ravishing kiss that couldn not taste any more sour.
I pulled away in my own shame and looked upon him in sorrow.
"Please leave," I said, my breath unstable with fear.
He watched me with question- then anger,
and before he could pull me in again, I turned away- waiting, hoping that he would let me be,
that all of this could be forgotten.
He gripped my knee rather harshly and came up beside my ear to rasp.
"Fine... but don't come to me with repent when you finally realize that he's gone."
I stared into my mind as he walked away. I had tried to block his words, but there was no use. Somewhere inside, they reached hollow emptiness and burned- what if he didn't come back?
I had tried to deny the overcoming possibility for so long, but it had weared me down.
-My hope had almost disappeared-
The tears became too heavy to hold and with a bow to my head, I closed my eyes and cried. I covered my tears and prayed with all I had left.
'Don't do this to me. Please'
I looked up for a moment, but was only greeted with memories that filled the passionless chamber. I shook my head and tried to disperse the pain.
"You know I hate to see you like this," a familiar voice called out to me.
I barely took another breath and looked up, aghast, to find the warming stance of... my love. I was frozen, but my tears continued their roll. I couldn't move, afraid I would fall into conciousness. His slow steps pushed anticipation against my heart.
But within inches of my reach, he looked away- looked out towards the beach without emotion. I watched him fearfully. I leaned into his chest and cried, holding whatever part of him I could within my fist.
"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for not believing, Jack."
His hand crept up my neck and slipped below my ear, wiping a trail of tears with his thumb. I didn't want to look. I didn't want him to leave again.
silence.
climax.
a pleading heart.
.
And I felt his lips upon mine.
Slow relief flooded through my clutch and I kissed him- a kiss that had been dearly missed was his, a kiss no other could give. My breath was ragged, my mind shaky. I opened my eyes and looked up to his.
Brown filled mysteries, yet I could solve every one.
Stories of near completion- he was home.
Loving forgiveness, yet dark misery and sadness- he had been away for far too long.
But he was home.
"My dear, Elizabeth," he began, holding me close under his words, "You must always trust your heart."