Pouring Light

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Well, it's something I've been meaning to write since forever. It's a short story, about two lovers who re-unite and go to some park and they're just being themselves. Simple as.

Submitted: May 17, 2013

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Submitted: May 17, 2013




The glass doors open. I drop everything and run to him. People make way, as I'm running, there's no looking back, there's nothing left to lose. I finally get to him and hug him tight. He's hanging to me. He drops his suitcase.

My love.” I whisper.

I could hear the people's smiles. They were all looking at us. But it felt like we were the only persons in the room. My heart is beating fast. Thousands of butterflies are dancing in my belly now. The light in my eyes goes on.

It's been forever.” Kurt finally says, but doesn't let go of the hug.

His lips are meeting mine, and we're kissing, and it feels like blossoming cherry trees. I haven't tasted those lips since forever.

We finally stop hugging, and he picks up his suitcase, I pick up my things and he grabs my hand. We get out of the airport and get into a cab.

Where to?” the driver asks.

Kerry Park.” Kurt says, stealing my answer.

No one knows me better than he does. No one knows him better than I do. We don't let go of each other's hands. It's dark outside. The lights are all out. The only sparkles left are in his eyes and in mine.

We talk about the tour and his health. We talk about how I've been. We talk about our friends. About new movies. New books. New records. Music. Everything. We get lost.

It feels like the very first time we met. It's magic. It's always magic with Kurt.

And we get to Kerry Park. And we climb a hill, our hill as we know it, and I laugh. I laugh, because I'm holding my tears. Tears of pure joy.

The lights are on this time. The city is beautiful. Kurt loved the city too, even though he wouldn't admit it. He always said he hated Seattle in the morning.

We sit down, on the grass, watching the city that never sleeps, besides New York. We lay down and kiss. I fell so hard for him. And I wanted to say all these things to him. I wanted to let him know I was obsessed with him. Not in a creepy way.

I was obsessed with him and I kept admiting it to myself. Violins were playing in my head, and birds were singing and I started to feel sick. I loved him so much it made me sick.

I love you so much it makes me sick.” I tell him.

He laughs and nods. He says that would make a good lyric. He closes his eyes and lets the wind blow through his hair.

If anything ever happens between us, I want you to know something.” he says.

What?” I ask.

If anything ever happens, and you come here at night, look deep into the city. I'm there and will always be. Look deep, I will be there.” he says.

He was too good to be true. Most people had no idea. They thought he was a genius, because he was always in pain, or so they thought. He hadn't been in pain for months.

I'm holding his hand very tight. I smile and nod.

And we fall asleep. We fall asleep into the night. 

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