ReachingOut

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
just a late night story i thought up

Submitted: July 18, 2009

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A hand, outstretched and propped up on a knee, reaching for something it cannot grasp. He’s been like this for a while now and it’s painful to watch. He just sits there, reaching, mind racing, thinking.
I would give a lot to know what he is thinking, but I’m afraid of it as well. Whatever he reaches for could be impossible to understand. It could be something I hate. And then again it could be something I love. You just never know.
His eyes flicker and his face changes. I imagine that he can see something I do not. All I see is white and then he, reaching. Maybe he sees a screen, with a face on it perhaps. A face he loves maybe. Whatever he sees makes his reaching more violent. He gets up and moves to touch it, stroke it. But he never quiet gets there. Its like he’s forbidden to get what he wants.
His face is now distraught and he bows his head low in it. But even like this, he is still reaching. I still wonder what is it that he saw. I don’t see what could have possibly made him this sad.
I want to speak to him, and I try. He cant hear me though. Or did he? His eyes moved, his face changed, as if he heard a thought. He turns his head toward me.
I saw her.
I heard the words in my mind as if I were the one thinking it.
Who is this she? I asked him it.
It’s just her. I can never get close enough. Will you help me?
He wanted my help? Or did I need my own help? I cant tell who was speaking. But the plea was so urgent, I cant just sit here and do nothing.
I will try. What do I have to do? I tell him.
Just come, be with me.
Simple enough. I could certainly do that for him.
I begin to walk toward him but it seems as if he is farther away now. I reach out for him, trying to get closer but he continues to get farther. I begin to run and stretch out my hand but its just not working.
Finally, I give up and sit down in dismay. Still reaching for him. And he still reaches for whom he sees.
This had to be some kind of trick. I have to get out of here. But…I cant move. I have to keep reaching for him. I need to help him, to be with him. What is wrong with me?
I stay like this for a while; everything else around me does not seem to exist. Its just white, and then there’s him. Reaching. We both are reaching.
He has disappeared. He’s just gone. No more hand outstretched for the woman he sees. He’s just gone. And it saddens me beyond words. I don’t know why though. I have to find him though. I have to keep reaching for him. I continue to search for him with my hand.
I see him now, his face, its on a screen. He’s smiling and I assume that he has found his “her”. I reach out for him. I still need to be with him. But I cant get close enough. And then he’s gone again.
What is wrong? Someone asks me. Was that just my head or is there someone else here? I lift my eyes, but I still reach out.
I saw him. I answer, turning my head. There is someone else there.
Who is this he? The someone asks a question again.
It’s just him. I can never get close enough. Will you help me? I say. Surely this new person, a fresh mind and fresh hand can help me.
I will try. What do I have to do? They answer.
I’m not sure what they can do, but I tell them anyways. Somehow it seems like what must happen for them to help me. Just come, be with me. I say.
The person smiles and begins to walk toward me but they aren’t getting any closer. And for some reason it isn’t bothering me. Yes, now they were reaching for me, trying to help me, but I was also reaching. For him. I still had to find him. I still had to reach.
And then I was no longer in the white room. I was somewhere else I couldn’t describe. But its all seemed so perfect. I looked around and I saw him there. I had found him! Something was wrong though. He had also found his “her”. And he was holding her, no longer reaching out for her. He had found her, and he was with her, helping her.
But how could this be? Wasn’t there someone she had reached out for? Hasn’t she found them? Apparently not. She had just been here, needed someone and he came to reach for her. And he did. And now he was there, holding her.
So… I had reached out in vain? I had wanted to help him all for nothing? Well what about the person that reached for me?
I turned around and looked. All I saw was a screen. It was backwards to me, like it was facing someone else unseen. I was on the screen, smiling, as if I had found the one I had my hand stretched out for. Well… I had. But its not what I was looking for.
Completely dismayed, I turned back around. My head drooped low and tears falling to the floor. I slowly raised my hand and stretched it as far as it would go. I stretched it toward him.

And so I stood there. Reaching.


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