I'm Here

  

I'm here. 

I can't say it. 

 

He blocks out the sun, leaving his face in silhouette.  

Move, I want to see you. 

I can't say it. 

 

A tear lands on my cheek.  

How long has he been crying? 

Don’t cry, I'm here. 

  I can't say it.  

 

He’s sobbing, his shoulders rising and falling, making the sun hit my eyes. 

I can’t look away.  

Sit me up 

He looks so sad, so dark. I wish he’d turn me. I just wanna see him. Clear. 

 

He’s rocking me. Sobbing 

I wonder what about. 

He screams, agony. 

I’ve never heard anything so terrible.  

Stop! I'm here! 

I can't say it! 

 

 

“You're ok, ok? You’re gonna be ok!” 

 

I'm still here! 

I can't say it! 

 

His eyes catch the light for a moment, and its eternity. 

I'm lost inside them. 

 

Funny. I've never been so unconcerned with life. Nothing about how this happened matters. Nothing about what will happen matters. All that matters is right now. I’m here. 

 

Everything's slow, faded, foggy. 

Tears land on my cheeks.  

What's that sound? I wish it'd stop. 

Agonizing wails pierce the fog. My heart crumbles.  

I see him.  

How long has he been crying?  

Smile...Please? 

 

My lips turn up, my hand raises to his cheek.  

I don’t feel him! 

 

His hand rests over mine. It's red. 

Are you hurt? 

I can’t say it 

 

 

 

Our eyes meet. 

Nothing matters anymore.  

 

 

“Don’t go!”  

 

 

Where am I? 

 

 

“You’re gonna be ok! Ok? Just stay with me!”  

 

 

I'm not going anywhere 

 

 

“No don’t go! Please! Please don’t go!” 

 

 

I'm here...Aren't I? 

 

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