Night Light

By Celace

I come here often just to hear the waves roll onto the shore, with the moon lighting the glassy surface of the water. Sometimes the foam caresses the sand drawing it back into the ocean. Other times it crashes into the sand, unrelenting in its purpose to drag what had once belonged to the ocean.

Did you ever regret meeting me? If you knew what would happen, would you've still willingly come to me? I ask myself, why did you trust me every night and I still don't have an answer. I'd gladly take your place, but would you be doing what I'm doing now. Perhaps your death was a good thing.

When you were alive, your smile drew me to you and your heart wrapped me in its warmth. Now that you're dead, I can't forget you. I belong to you, even though someone else tells me different. Why can't you live again? I'd do anything to bring you back. I want to see the sun again, not the moon. I want to feel the warmth invading me, right down to the darkest places. All I feel now is a memory of that sunshine.

Even when I thought you were alive again, you stayed in the dark, no longer my shining light. You lied to me and used me to get to everyone else. I am a fool. I know because if I ever saw you again, I'd still trust you.

I can feel him coming, taste it in the air. He calls me an idiot for still loving you, but I've seen the tears he sheds because of you. If I met him before you, I'd have probably loved him more than you, but I didn't so I don't. He loves me and I know it ever time he holds me. I can feel his desperation to try and get me to love him as he loves me. His fear of what I might do to myself overwhelms him constantly, forcing him to never lose sight of me.

The funny part in our relationship is that he used to try and kill me. Now he wants me alive. I don't want to hurt him anymore. Please tell me what to do. I can't forget you, but I can't forget him either. He's almost here. His fear leaks out of his carefully erected walls. He treasures control, but the place where he needs the most control has none.

I can't keep on hurting him. I need to leave, to start over by myself, away from all of the people that I can hurt. Over these years I've learn to block out emotions. I need to rely on that ability to keep sane. I need to leave ... now!

A car pulls out of the desolate parking lot. The moon shines like a beacon calling the darkness to it. The car travels toward civilization, more specifically the airport. There the car will be left and the driver will be gone. As soon as the car is gone from the beach area, another one comes parking in the exact same spot. A figure dressed in black stumbles out as if in fear, his fiery hair let loose, gently waving in the air. He falls to his knees as rain starts to fall. The clouds cover the sky, but the moon remains in full view.

The wind gently whispers to the blond staring blankly in the airport" Don't leave."

Should this be a One-Shot?