Sentinel in the Arms
Sentinel in the Arms4 mins 37 4 mins 37
It was 6th, October in Boston, the day gloomed and the night showered the stars on the green bedding of the grass, which then resembled a magic rug. So mystic was the firefly dancing around the bonfire like it was celebrating the waving solstice. The earthworms intruded the heart of muggy soil and added life to it. Dewdrops on banana blades glided like a kid on a slide. The night had never been this intense. We both were sitting on the porch swing in the balcony.
She felt my fingers moving around her waistline. She smirked and spun her face towards me before I could trace her back. I looked in her aged eyes with unaltered consideration. ''Mr.Smith it's been years and I am a dime a dozen now, with nothing distinct for you to explore,'' She said more funnily, glancing down while bypassing my gaze. ''It's only been these years since I am living, Darling,'' I whispered while I tucked a piece of her grey-white hair behind her ear. My wrinkled hands held her placid face softly and we headed to caress each other. As my ashen white beards stroked her cheeks, we felt drizzles on our arms. ''It's raining, Jack,'' She muttered in a frolicsome manner. I raised one of my eyebrows towards her and gave her the walking stick. ''You need yours too, Jack,'' She stated with a chuckle. ''I have mine,'' I said holding her arm.
While entering within, a million thoughts provoked my heart, as the night took me decades back. I dragged the wine trolley towards the white-sheeted bed and sat near her. ''Wo ai ni, Emilie' Happy 67th anniversary, Mrs.Smith ''' I wished and leaned on her. ''I love you too and I am glad! We made it, Jack ', Umm, could you please check the doors dear,''' She whispered with a spark in her hazel eyes.
Although we stayed together for ages we struggled to leave apart every time we came close, I didn't move.
I leaned closure to her, my lips brushed against her nape. Strangely, it feels the same as first every time indeed following these decades. ''Check the doors first Jack, She solicited while pushing me apart softly. Meanwhile, I was getting up, her wine red gown was then stripped off her shoulder by an accidental jerk, and revealed her creased skin that no longer had a connection to the frame underneath. Her skin was so fragile it could be ruptured on anything more than the softest of touches. I didn't feel like leaving her. ''Jack, you are an old man, but I can see the young boy in you still yearning to stay together,'' she said. ''Old man? come on! sweetheart, I'm hardly 16,'' I replied. ''With each of your movements, there's the creak of old bones, Mr.Smith,'' She reminded with a smirk.
I wanted to hold her tight but resisted, just smiled, kissed her brow, and went to review the doors. All the time a worry that was away an explanation was clinging my heart. When I came back Emilie has slept. I stroked her hair, called her name she didn't respond. I saw her hand fisted, I opened to hold it, She was holding my cigarette lighter so that I couldn't smoke. Tears filled my eyes, I kept her head on my arm, tried to wake her up, she had never been such a heavy sleeper. Her hands were feeling cold. My heart was skipping beats, I kissed her face all over, sobbed a lot, the Love of my life had left me alone for the first time.
Death had ripped away a part of her, the part of her that was most loved. Time was no longer her casual acquaintance but lead her steadily onward whether her feet wanted to follow or not. Her soul cleaved from the flesh that bound her, but couldn't cleave itself from me.'' I love you, Emilie, I'll keep loving you, I fell in love with you Emilie, like I no longer believed I could.'', the only thought that I couldn't speak as the ears who loved listening to me were helpless, just like me.