He has a smile on his face. He smiles as he feels the rivulets of hot water falling on his naked body, the steam rising up within the shower booth. He turns off the shower and exits the stall. He stands in front of the mirror, admiring the name tattooed on his upper right chest, the name of his love. He knows he's going to meet her today. But before that he needs to look good.
He proceeds to shave and clean his face. He gels his hair, flosses his teeth. Then he goes to iron out the fine wrinkles from the suit he had tailored for himself especially for tonight. The smile is still on his face as he dresses himself impeccably. He stares at himself in the mirror, and makes the slightest adjustment on his clothes. He now looks exactly like he did the day they had met. His smile becomes a grin.
He walks to the hallway filled with framed pictures of a time long past. Most of them are pictures of his dysfunctional family. The ones with his abusive father and cheating mother were the worst. He doesn't look at those pictures for a more than a few moments, because it brings back bad memories. He walks further into the hallway, where the pictures are of times he wished he could live again. Her pictures. The ones portraying their beautiful relationship. Her beautiful smile compared to his goofy one. Her perfect body language compared to his awkward one. His eyes tear up as he realizes that she had been the only good thing in his life. She had represented everything good in him. She had been his better half. And now he was going to be whole again.
He enters the living room and opens the front door. A rented car was in his driveway. He had sold his own car weeks after she had left. Cars were very dangerous things. He knew that. Nobody knew that better than him. He gets in and drives the car slowly to the top of the cliff, a few miles away. Getting out, he walks slowly to the cliff, until he is standing right on the edge. He stares down to the rocky ground below. He could almost hear her calling out to him, calling his name, calling, calling, calling.He gazes up and momentarily sees her face in the evening sky. That was enough for him. Tears roll out of his eyes but he laughs as he knows he's going to see her again. He steps off the edge.
The winds rushes past him as he falls faster and faster. He feels no pain, no remorse, no guilt. Only relief. And happiness. He closes his eyes a few feet above the ground. The world goes black, all sounds fade.
Slowly he opens his eyes. He doesn't know where he is, or when. All he is aware of is her face, staring into his. Seeing her smile again makes him tear up. Her hands rise up to his face, and wipes away the tears. She kisses him, embracing him tightly. "It's okay", she says, "You're home".
[This is just a story that I've been wanting to write for a long time. The content in no way suggests the way I feel. It is just fiction. Thank you for reading.]
He proceeds to shave and clean his face. He gels his hair, flosses his teeth. Then he goes to iron out the fine wrinkles from the suit he had tailored for himself especially for tonight. The smile is still on his face as he dresses himself impeccably. He stares at himself in the mirror, and makes the slightest adjustment on his clothes. He now looks exactly like he did the day they had met. His smile becomes a grin.
He walks to the hallway filled with framed pictures of a time long past. Most of them are pictures of his dysfunctional family. The ones with his abusive father and cheating mother were the worst. He doesn't look at those pictures for a more than a few moments, because it brings back bad memories. He walks further into the hallway, where the pictures are of times he wished he could live again. Her pictures. The ones portraying their beautiful relationship. Her beautiful smile compared to his goofy one. Her perfect body language compared to his awkward one. His eyes tear up as he realizes that she had been the only good thing in his life. She had represented everything good in him. She had been his better half. And now he was going to be whole again.
He enters the living room and opens the front door. A rented car was in his driveway. He had sold his own car weeks after she had left. Cars were very dangerous things. He knew that. Nobody knew that better than him. He gets in and drives the car slowly to the top of the cliff, a few miles away. Getting out, he walks slowly to the cliff, until he is standing right on the edge. He stares down to the rocky ground below. He could almost hear her calling out to him, calling his name, calling, calling, calling.He gazes up and momentarily sees her face in the evening sky. That was enough for him. Tears roll out of his eyes but he laughs as he knows he's going to see her again. He steps off the edge.
The winds rushes past him as he falls faster and faster. He feels no pain, no remorse, no guilt. Only relief. And happiness. He closes his eyes a few feet above the ground. The world goes black, all sounds fade.
Slowly he opens his eyes. He doesn't know where he is, or when. All he is aware of is her face, staring into his. Seeing her smile again makes him tear up. Her hands rise up to his face, and wipes away the tears. She kisses him, embracing him tightly. "It's okay", she says, "You're home".
[This is just a story that I've been wanting to write for a long time. The content in no way suggests the way I feel. It is just fiction. Thank you for reading.]
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