Disclaimer: It doesn't
belong to me, and I wouldn't want it to. Nothing would ever be
finished…
AN: The person sleeping
should be obvious, but the one watching is up to you. Inspired by a
random summary come across late at night while looking for a story.
The line 'he thought he was sleeping' or something like that.
Just a short thing written in one go.
Summary: I thought you
were asleep…
I thought you were
asleep.
That cold night in
December, you were bundled in blankets, and curled on your side.
I thought you were
sleeping.
When I knelt down
beside you, and thought about running my fingers through your hair…
My friend, I thought
you were sleeping.
I couldn't help but
look at your still face, and wish I could see your eyes open, and
smiling at me.
You should have been
asleep.
And when my hand
hovered above your head, all I wanted was to stroke your pale cheek.
You had to have been
asleep.
I stopped myself, and
outlined your form, admiring the soft folds and curves created by the
sheets.
You were too still to
be awake.
I remember that the
room was bathed in moonlight; that your hair was silver, and almost
glowing in the soft light of the moon.
You were too quiet to
be awake.
Who would have thought…
me, kneeling by your side like the lover I wished I was.
Your eyes were closed,
and sleep was the only option.
Who could have known…
me, leaning forward to whisper 'I love you' in your ear.
I thought you were
sleeping.
Who could have seen…
me, reaching out to shift the hair from your face.
I should have known you
weren't sleeping.
When my hand touched
your forehead, I realized what I should have from the beginning.
You weren't sleeping.
In the white walls and
sterile smell of the hospital wing, I finally believed.
You weren't asleep.
Not believing it
wouldn't change anything.
You were dead.
