He Would Die

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Realization comes at the worst time.

Submitted: January 27, 2012

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Submitted: January 27, 2012

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The man was a strange one. No one saw things quite like he did. He was respected though, and cared for, though few really loved him. I was one of the ones that did. I don't know what it was about him, his lack of nuance, or maybe the way he laughed, or the way he could always make me smile that made me feel so strongly for him. He saw me as perfect, and in his eyes, I could do no evil. He loved me more than any other man could. He and I were close. Very close. He was ready to die for me, and was always there to support me through my hard times. He was ready to die for me, and one day, he did. He and I were sitting together in class, listening to the socials teacher drone on about something completely unrelated when the ground started to shake. The PA sounded the earthquake warning, and the class dove under the desks. Unfortunately, the incendiaries in the chem class next door fell, and caught fire. The school started burning as the earthquake shook us still. The principal came on over the PA telling everybody to evacuate the building, regardless of the earthquake. I was the closest to the door, so I was told to get up and go first. I complied, and started towards the door. On my way, a big, heavy shelf that held a bunch of extra glass vials and beakers began to tilt towards me. I closed my eyes, turned away and protected my head, waiting for it to topple on me. Just as I was sure I'd feel glass shattering on my back, I heard a thud behind me. The shelf had stopped, it was caught on something. I turned to see what it was and I realized it hadn't caught on something, I realized that it was caught. He stood under it, bearing the weight and protecting me from the falling glass. He told me to move, so I continued toward the door. I looked back to make sure he was ok, and saw him gently lowering the shelf to the ground. As he bent over to put it down, I noticed his shirt was torn and his back was cut and bleeding. He dropped the shelf and followed behind me into the hall. It was burning, and smoke filled the halls. We dropped to our knees and began crawling beneath the smoke. The ground was still shaking, and the panels of the roof were starting to come down. One started falling right above my head, and I braced myself for the impact. Again I heard a thud, felt nothing, and looked up to see that he was standing over me, shielding me. Another panel fell, and I heard him grunt in pain as it struck his back, no doubt forcing the shards of glass deeper into his skin. He told me to keep going, and remained my shield for the rest of the way. All of a sudden we heard a snap next to us, and turned in unison to see a row of lockers that had broken off their bracket toppling towards us. He told me to get up and run, so I did. He ran right beside me, keeping pace, but we weren't quick enough. The lockers were about to hit me when again, another thud, and I looked back to see him once again protecting me from harm. The lockers were weighing heavily on him, but he managed to tell me to run. As I turned to run, I heard an enourmous bang behind me, and thought it was him dropping the lockers. I looked to make sure he was alright, and saw that this time he wasn't. The lockers had been too much of a burden on him. The lockers were on top of him. They were crushing him to death. He was dying. He looked up and caught my eye. He said "There's no chance for me. Just go... And don't forget... I love you." And in that moment, I realized that I felt the same about him. I loved him. In his last moments I ran back. I held his hand. He looked into my eyes. He smiled. I knelt and kissed him. His hand went limp, but I clung to it. As I looked at his body, I saw the face of the man who loved me more than anyone else could. I stroked his cheek, a tear rolling down mine, and whispered "I love you" one last time, wishing he could say it back.


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