Fear Of Dying

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
He lay amongst the grass as memories flooded his visions, he wounds spluttering.

Submitted: November 06, 2011

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Afraid and hopeless, shattered of dreams, he lay amongst the grass watching it sway -maybe- for the last time as his time came closer. Around him the shouting of men echoed in the wind and commotion penetrated the atmosphere as gun blasts rang out like distant storms. Slowly his life started to flash before him, clustering his mind, blinding him. He closed his sky blue eyes, no more did he want to see the horror that unrolled around him. No more did he want to hear the screams of death. All he wanted to see, all he wanted to hear were his memories...

The ocean was a crystal blue, reflecting the sky as it gently lapped against the shore, wetting the white gold sand. No clouds cluttered the sky and gently swaying in the breeze, the palm trees were the only providers of shade; casting long, elegant shadows on the small gathering below them.

She wore a white, elegant gown that hugged her body, emphasising her curves. Her dark brown hair was pinned to the top of her head and fell into soft wavy, curls at the tips contrasting against her delicate, porcelain skin. Next to her he stood. Tall and brooding he stood in the sun bearing the heat in his suit. His sandy blonde hair blew in the breeze, tossling his hair as he held her hand, repeating his promise of never to leave her...

Pain gripped his body as he remembered that day, remembering the promise he made her - never to leave her -and the day he broke it. He tried to forget the pain that gripped her face, the tears that threatened to flow when he told her...

The birds chirped outside, singing songs of harmony as the sun shone gently into their room, shinning upon her dossing body. He sat besides her, perched on the edge, watching her sleep; his fingers lightly tracing invisible patterns against her smooth skin. He sighed to himself, breaking the silence between them. How would he tell her? How could he ask her to let him go-let him leave because others needed him? He had to tell her.

As if feeling his frustration she stirred, turning to face him, her hands lightly placed upon her stomach, almost protectively as her brown eyes slowly fluttered open. She gazed up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity as their eyes connected. He had to tell her. With a touch of her skin against his he burst, revealing his situation. Silently she listened, trying to compose herself, trying to hide her tears. She gazed away as he explained why he had to do it, why he had to leave. Silently, she cried. How was she going to tell him? How was she going to show him his family? How was she going to tell him of his new family, the beginning of one - together?She looked back at him, her heart finally giving way as she revealed to him his future. Tears ran down his cheek, sweeping the dirt away from his skin, almost as if cleansing it of sins.

He was alone and he was going to leave them alone too. The thoughts of his family invaded his sense of pain...his sense of death...

He held him in his arms for the first time in months, his blue innocent, eyes opened staring up at him with curiosity and recognition. The beginnings of brown hair touched his quivering fingers has he held the tiny being in his arms, trying not to break him, trying to keep him safe as he had promised to do. She sat on the couch, watching has he held the infant, watching his reaction. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun above her head and locks escaped from it, cascading down her face. Her eyes fluttered as sleep threaten to over come her. She didn't want to close her eyes, she didn't want to leave him, not now when he was back - maybe for the last time.

His eyes fluttered open for the last time and glanced upon the sky. Clouds began forming - the beginning of a storm. Something pulled against his legs, dragging him away from harm. Afraid he began to scream as fear gripped his heart. He wasn't going to make it! He wasn't going to hold her in arms, kiss her ever again. He would never hold his child within his arms, teach him about life and women. Never again would he see his family...


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