Comfort In The Darkness.
The man stands next to me, I can’t see him but I feel his presence. It is a presence that has always been near, always close, guiding me, I can't remember a time when he wasn't there, but I can't remember the times that he was. We both stare down at the people lying on the bed, wrapped in each others arms. They look strangely familiar but I can’t place the memory.
"Who are they?" asks the man, his voice a comfort in the darkness.
"I know them" my voice startles me, seeming too loud in the stillness.
"Were they in love?" the man is confused, but serene, he's not worried.
"They tried to be, but it was hard." A memory catches me for a moment, the two faces before us, angry and at odds, they weren’t always friends, but they had always been lovers.
"Why?" the man reaches over and takes my hand, and I feel safer.
"Too many wrongs, not enough rights." The hand is cold yet comforting.
"When did they die?" The hand begins to glow with warmth, soothing the sudden anxiety at their death, something I know I should be upset by, but can't remember why.
"Along time ago, they just didn’t know it yet" the warmth spreads up my arm and throughout my body. I turn towards the man, seeing his face for the first time, and wonder why I am not surprised to see the same face as the man on the bed. The silence stretches on and I watch tears slip down his face, and feel them on my own. Understanding flows through us.
"It’s us isn’t it?" The man’s voice is barely a whisper, tinged with sadness.
"Yes" I sigh for all the things which held us back, the things which only death could overcome. He takes my other hand, spreading more warmth that fills me with happiness.
"Where do we go now? His voice is soothing, calming, one I have always loved.
"Does it matter?" I ask, smiling, thinking of the freedom which we both had always longed for spread out before us
"No. We are together" he smiles back, still holding my hand as we turn to face the future.
End.