Trickle - 12 - Voices
[Closing the bandage slowly, my fingers were now colored red.]
.
April 19
"I didn't need anything else. I could've been left alone for the rest of my life and the laughter would still not go away. If spending one night lying in my bed with him is so complete what would it be like to live the rest of my life with him?"
.
I moved my journal away from my knees and looked down at him.
The moon shined through my window making areas of his face a pale blue and others a dark gray. He rested with his back placed against the wall. His chest heaved up and down inhaling a purified life. His eyelids kissed shut.
I smiled. The thought of sitting so close to such a celestial spirit was intimidating, but also remarkable. The smile was brought down slowly when I remembered the injury on his arm which caused half of his life to spill over my hands.
.
I peeked into the bandage and noticed that there were still little droplets of blood seeping out.
He really should go to the infirmary.
Closing the bandage slowly, my fingers were now colored red.
He awoke, startled from the pain of the bandage pressing tightly against his arm once more but smiled when he saw me sitting there awaiting his return.
I set my journal on the ground and lay beside him.
Wrapping his arms around me; confining me, he rested his chin on my shoulder. I placed my hands on his.
"Seifer, I'm afraid to sleep. Will you be here when I wake up?"
He didn't answer. I'm guessing that he was really tired and he dozed back off when he rested his face near mine. I was a little doubtful. What if he did hear me? I can't sleep. I can't lose him tonight.
A freethinking mind and darkness are a dangerous mix, because it only made me fall asleep faster.
.
[If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear; for I've never known completeness like being here.]
- Lamb