Gasping For Air
A/N: I just recently found this old file and it was better than I thought it could be. So, shared. Enjoy.
She gasps for air and curls in a ball, knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them, staring unseeingly out a dark window, waiting for one and seeing another. The window opens as death climbs through and she shivers as he envelops her and kisses her pink lips until they turn blue and pulls her down to sleep in his arms.
Thoughts gnaw at her freezing mind as it changes and wraps around something warmer and she's glad that her death cannot read her betraying thoughts as she prays to the sun to make her feel warm and free, make the weight of everything lift, make her troubles all go away.
She doesn't know the sun is dying as his hand crushes a stiff envelope and a stiff card.
A door is flung open and clothes are strewn as feet pound across a slippery lawn, mud squishing between his toes. The sun shifts into the moon and he disappears into the trees, plans to run for miles and miles and never return.
She doesn't know at first, and when she does know, she cries in despair, her little feet striking the ground as she runs toward the forest with ridiculous ideas of searching for him, and she slips and falls down into the mud, flat on her back.
She simply lies there in the mud and rain, sore and gasping like a fish for air, her heart pounding as tears stream down her face into her muddy hair.
When she had wanted him to make her troubles go away, this is not what she had meant.
She buries the heels of her palms into her eyes, sobs through the pain of gasping for air. It's so unfair, she thought. He is my air and he's been knocked out of me.
Death wraps his arms around her and brings her home.