This first story of mine I wrote not as a true story of mine, rather a story that reflects one of my biggest fears. I have many fears, but this particular story touches on one theme I have never been too happy to have its presence in my life.
Gazing out at the city, I forgot just how cold it really was outside. My fingers were past the stage of turning red and aching. I could no longer feel the tips of my fingers, or the gentle brush of my girlfriend's hand across my face as she wiped away a tear before it could fall to the ground.
Her eyes seemed to provide little aid in trying to cheer me up. As i peered into them I felt strong sorrow from her too. The more I cried, the harder she held me. Together we tried to watch the sun rise over the city from the balcony of my apartment.
We hadn't slept all night, and yet, my eyes still weren't feeling the slightest bit effected by it. Night had proven to be a time of pain and agony after the previous days events.
Sleep would have been a time where the two of us could have refurnashed our broken and weary hearts. A time of rest would have been sufficient in making us a slight bit more relaxed and able to comprehend everything.
Yet, as the seconds ticked by, I felt less and less like sleeping. My mind tossed itself endlessly through memories and moments creating through my wishes. Had I even laid my head down to rest, I assure you I would only have struggled further to gain any bit of calmness in my head.
As my girlfriend's cheak began to tremble, I felt myself slowly losing everything I had left. It was now my turn to wipe away the tears from her face as they poured down her redened cheaks. I pulled her closer to me and whispered in her ear words that came to mind and I thought could possibly aid our situation.
As I watched Slowly as night turned to day, I gave my mind one more memory of my brother and I. When I was no older than 17, he and I had gotten in a fight over something that seemed so small to me now. Later that evening, after spending the night contemplating evil thoughts of hurting my brother, he came downstairs, and issued me quite possibly the most meaningful appology I have ever had. Though the incident was so minuscule at the time, it opened my eyes as to just how strong our relationship was, not just as brothers, but as friends. And, although he had passed away now, I would never lose the memories of the two of us spending better times together. His presence was forever imprinted on who I am and who I will grow to be.
I learned that day, in probably the most painful way possible, that no matter how precious something could be to you, at any given moment, you can't help but watch as it is torn from you and taken from your life forever.
The End
