A/N: Yes, that was short. Just needed to get the ball rolling. Thank you for reviews. Keep them coming. Happy reading!
Breathless
I will be honest. The moment I felt his breath interlocking with mine, my life ended and started all over again. Maybe Uncle Milford was right: I am going insane. Robbie stares into my soul as he kneels in front of me. It is a hallucination. It is not real. And yet I am wondering why I can sense his heart beating, his inhales and exhales, his love. I am wondering if I should move or stay speechless, mouth trembling, body immobile like a marble slab.
"Can you say something?"
Robbie's voice causes all of the world to immerse into nothingness.
"Are you scared?" He asks more questions, "Is this ok? Do you not want to see me right now?"
"You are . . . dead." I answer with a cold voice.
"Ah, it's complicated."
I am going to respond, but I am enveloped by Robbie. He places his palm on my cheek and rubs some of the tears off. His hand is warm. I can feel it there. It can't be a hallucination, can it? After a year of attempting suicide and having mental problems, can I really trust my mind? And when Robbie kisses me lightly on the lips – oh my insides explode – is that a figment of my imagination? I have no breath leaving my lips as he pulls away.
"I don't understand. You are dead. You are dead!"
"Don't be so harsh, Pinky." Robbie smirks. He stands up and reaches out his hand.
All around us is dark except for the orange chair. When I take his hand – I so missed his touch – I melt. I fall into him. We hug for an eternity. If it is not real, my mind is a genius.
Robbie's voice is rough as if he has cried. I cannot see very well behind my own blurred vision. He takes my hand again and leads me into the darkness. My full trust is with him. Of course fear is eating behind a wall of joy.
We start running. Air is blowing through my hair. I realize we are no longer crunching on glass or dodging broken furniture and machines. We are running towards a light. As it gets closer, I can see we are no longer in his house.
Robbie and I emerge into an open field. I look behind us – more open field. His house has completely disappeared. Robbie looks back at me and smiles. His navy polo looks damp as if he had run for miles. I look down and notice I am sweating as well. Not a very attractive thing. I am astonished by the change in scenery. My head is dizzy from trying to absorb what happened.
"Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore," I joke as if it will make this transition better to cope with.
"I told you to trust me. Steph, I will do you no wrong. Just keep holding my hand. You need to see something."
And so we walk through the field. From any outsider's view, we would look very strange; I in my funeral gown and Robbie in normal clothing. Our fingers interlace. We aren't running anymore. In this strange field, all fears subside.