Redness

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The sad tale of someone who found out his lover had committed suicide...

Submitted: October 13, 2008

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Sleeping gracefully, so much peace and tranquility all grouped in that beautiful angel-like face lying on the floor. How can you be so calm? I thought. I put my hand on his face, feeling its smooth cold surface. I leaned down, my face now barely inches from his, but stopped. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t kiss him. In my whole body there was this sensation, this premonition that behind the act of kissing his perfectly shaped lips, there was a sense of doom behind it all. So I calmed myself and lay down beside him, carefully checking to not wake him up. When I went to put my hand on his chest, there it was. Red. Redness all over my hand. What’s this? I sprung up and proceeded to check the source of this new-found menace. Just a look at the floor concluded my quest. Somehow this “redness” had found its way to the floor. Another glance led me to tears. The stealthy culprit behind all this mess was none other than Dereck. A careful observation led to the conclusion that Derecks wrists were the origin of this threat, this “redness”, more commonly known as blood. I fell down to my knees, tears streaming down my face, trying to look for someone or something that could explain why was this scene here. Why?

 

Several minutes passed and the only action my body took was that of lying next to him, hugging him, touching him, feeling him. The tears all raced down my cheek, ending on his favorite blue cotton t-shirt, where they quickly gathered to contemplate this sad embrace which he and I so peacefully took. It was only now that I could grasp the meaning of the coldness in which he was drenched in. I laid his body back on the floor, just how it used to be, and started looking for the weapon of choice in which he put all of his trust on. I stumble upon a short piece of crystal, the only thing present that could make this mass effect now spread throughout the floor. Stained with redness, it looks as if it was the only being around who could understand what you were going through. Slowly, this being is moving my hand towards it, until I finally grab it, and, just in the same way, it’s making itself closer and closer to my arm. Before I knew it, it had reached its destiny; the veins below my wrist. With a sudden brisk move, it dances along my skin opening doors so that my sadness could pour out. I lay the humble, loyal being back on the floor and return to where my sadness once stood, beside the now stiff and cold body of Dereck. I lay down, once again, close to him and leaned toward his face and kissed his bittersweet lips. Just as my body had predicted before, the impending doom of knowing Dereck was gone passed to my lips and choked my entire body, holding it hopeless to resist. I put my head on his chest and there I stayed.

 
 

Slowly, the feeling of my soul pouring out of the open doors on my wrists starts to fade, and, little by little, I start to feel cleansed of my suffering. The last tear falls from my cheek to his chest, staying there forever, just like my love for him.


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