This is a lil...ficlet... inspired by someone very special...who I really wish I could be with right now. You mean the world to me.
unbeta-ed, so expect errors, and pardon them kindly :)
Enjoy...
As I entered my room, I sensed her immediately. I flicked the light on, despite knowing that I wouldn't need it, and looked around. As if drawn by some invisible string, my eyes automatically gravitated towards her waiting form seated at the far end of my bed.
"Helena." My voice came out in a hushed gasp, as it always did, despite me knowing that she would be there.
"Come darling, sit with me a bit," I heard her say to me, and again being pulled by that phantom tether, my body moved of its own accord, seating itself beside her. I stole a glance at her wondrous face and intense eyes. I couldn't hold her gaze for long and my eyes fell to the floor, looking for something to anchor my focus on. I could feel the tears gathering against my eyelids but steeled myself, willing them to not fall.
"Myka," she began, "look at me."
I remained focused on the piece of lint on the worn carpet.
"Please Myka, look at me," she asked again, but I refused to look up, knowing fully well that if I did, my tears would find themselves streaking down my cheeks, following the path they always did the nights I cried over her. Every night for the past two weeks she had been here; keeping me company, listening to me talk about my day, talking to me about her many travels and creations, staying with me while I slept. But tonight was different. Today was Valentine's Day, and though I knew that it wasn't one of her favourite celebrations, it stirred something in me to know that she was here, today.
"Myka..." she whispered, her body shifting closer to mine. I couldn't resist her any longer, and my head lifted; our eyes meeting in a fiery gaze.
"Helena," I began, but I was quickly silenced by a soft 'shhh' and a gesture of her hand towards the small nightstand at the head of my bed. I hadn't noticed before but sitting there was a neat box, adorned with a single silver bow at the top.
"Open it, my love," she whispered beside me. I looked back at her smiling face, fully aware of the sadness she was trying to mask, after all, it was the same sadness my own smile was attempting to hide. Instead of saying anything, I simply nodded, and moved towards the present.
Resting inside the box was an elegant diamond promise ring. I couldn't hold the tears back now and they streamed freely down my face.
"Helena, it's beautiful," I whispered, holding the ring between my fingers, feeling the cool smoothness of the metal.
"Put it on, darling," she urged.
I fumbled to fit in onto my middle finger, but she stopped me, "not there, my love. That's not the finger on which you wear this kind of ring. Left hand please, fourth digit."
I looked up into her eyes again as the ring slid with ease onto my ring finger. I held out my hand for us both to adore the jewel.
"It's perfect, Helena"
"You're perfect, my love."
I looked into her eyes once more, as her hand came up to my cheek. Reflexively, my head leaned towards her hand, but continued way past where her hand should have been and again I was reminded of the reason for our current somber mood; she was after all, a projection of her consciousness and not the warm solid body of the woman I loved and yearned to touch. She was there, but yet not. When she stayed with me at night, we could only hold each other with our eyes and caress each other with our words. But I longed to wrap my arms around her lean body, press my lips against hers and inhale the sweet scent of her body. I ached to hold my love in my arms, but for now, I would hold her tenderly in my heart.
A/n: that's all...unbeta-ed ofcourse. Hope you enjoyed.