I wrote this one whilst listening to the song Anniversary by The Cure, and I highly recommend you listen to it as you read this. This is post Reichenbach, so yeah, it's a bit emotional. Haha. Review and all that shit, and I hope you enjoy! Oh, and this is all in John's point of view.
He touches me lightly on my shoulder, and brushes, my cheek against his lips.
The soft ghostly sensation seeps throughout me. I lean inter his caress, soaking up his bright, glowing beauty.
Though, I know he's not really here. He never is. I know I'll never truly have him. He's gone and when I wake, he will disappear.
"Don't let go." He whispers into my ear. I close my eyes, letting myself be engulfed by him.
He's everywhere. In everything.
And I don't want to let go.
Above me, below me, to my left, to my right. In front of me and behind me – filling every inch of hollow, empty space.
I want to forget, but I don't want to let go.
And to forget is to let go.
"No, never let me go."
Tears burn my eyes. I want to forget. I have to let go, but he leans in and gently kisses my tears away. He holds me tighter.
And he is everything.
My mind, and my soul.
But, I have to let go.
I have to forget.
"Don't let go." He murmurs softly, crying into the crook of my neck, and with that, I give in.
I wrap my arms around him.
I have to let go, I have to forget.
He kisses me, as if there is no tomorrow, because, there isn't. Not for him, not for us.
And he holds me like I'm about to disappear.
But it's always him to disappear in the end. I'm not going anywhere, and I'll wait for him, always but I have to let go. I have to forget.
"Don't let go."
I pull back and gaze into his deep, loving eyes. They're begging me to stay, and I want this to last.
But, I, can't.
I have to forget.
"I'm sorry."
He releases me, and walks away. He turns his back and just walks away.
And I watch as he fades away, dissolving.
He disappears. He never even looked back.
He's gone. All gone.
I should never have let him go.
But, he's gone. For now. He's gone.
We'll meet again. He will be back and I will be in his arms again. I haven't forgotten yet.
And I'll never let go. Not him.
Not ever.