Summer Morning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short story for FancyJumper's challenge.

Submitted: August 06, 2009

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Summer Morning
I woke up early, that fateful June day.I knew why, also, and I wasn’t happy.This same date, for the past sixteen years, had always been the worst day of my life, until the next year came around.The reason why:
I always saw her.
This day had always been horrific for me.The first time I remember seeing her, I was five.She had woken me from my sleep, and I thought that I was still dreaming.She seemed like such a nice girl.She told me her name was Ebony.She had such sweet, blue eyes, and long, waist length black hair.We spent the rest of the day together, and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her, like she was some sort of angel.At the day’s end, she said that she had to go.I held out my hand as an innocent little five- year- old.She stared at it looking look she didn’t think it was a good idea.I slowly started to put my hand down, a little sad, and started to turn around.She gave a little smile and grabbed my hand.Let’s just say that I wasn’t an innocent little five-year-old anymore.
Anyway, she continued to come around on that day every year.Six, seven, eight-years-old, she always came back, each time looking a bit older. A couple of years ago, when I was fourteen, I asked her to go to the summer dance with me, which was that night.I don’t know where the question came from, but it felt natural.I was surprised when she said yes.She said she would meet me there a little before the dance started.She turned and walked away.I was surprised at myself for asking out this beautiful Goth girl that I had only seen about ten times.
So, a couple of minutes before the dance started, I walked up to the country club.There she was: dressed in an elaborate and elegant black dress, her light blue eyes were shining.We enjoyed ourselves, and even danced.When I touched her though, I felt the same feeling I had since I was five, though I didn’t mind.I had gotten used to it.I told her she looked beautiful.She smiled at me and put her head against my chest.Her hair smelled like a waterfall, which, along with being Goth, was one of the things that I really liked about her.
“Erik,” she said to me quietly, “I need to tell you something.”
Her next three words forever changed my life.
So I woke up early this June morning, knowing who was waiting in the other room.I got dressed and walked out into the living room.Soft music was playing, perfect for a romantic atmosphere.
There she was, sitting in the chair, looking as beautiful and elegant as ever.
“Good morning, Erik,” she said, “would you care to dance?”
Small black wings slowly appeared as I walked towards her, looking forward to one last dance with Death’s daughter.


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