My Heart

Promising(?) Truth

Story#5: Promising Truth *an excerpt from Our Worlds Collide, a story I haven’t posted yet: WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!*

            “Why not? Why can’t I tell you I love you, Clarisse? What else do you want? I’m here, I came back; I kept my promise! Why can’t I tell you I love you when it’s probably the most honest statement I’ve ever given to anyone?” I snapped.            

            I couldn’t take it anymore. She looks happy for one second, and the next, her face dims and she grows even more pallid under the moonlight, getting me thinking again if I said something wrong.            

            Her eyes locked on mine. She was so beautiful, I wanted to reach out and touch her and take all my questions back. I didn’t want her to answer those because I’ve got this bad feeling that her answers were going to feel terribly imaginary though inevitably real. I also feel this crunching in my heart when her eyes start to well with tears as mine begin to burn. A teardrop brimmed over, silently slipping down her cheek. Her lower lip quivered, and a rush of chilly air passed in between us. It got even colder when she spoke, words sharp as ice, though I couldn’t figure whether her tone was meant to be harsh or just very, very, very sad and regretful.            

            “Because I’m dead, Luke. You happen to be late. Too late. Saying you love me will only hurt because I know even that can’t bring me back to life so I can be with you.”            

            No, I wanted to scream. But I choked on a sob. 

            Then the wind blew, and she was gone.