“Tell me again why you love me,” she whispers into his ear as the rain drops fall down around them.
He smirks, his lips quiver a little, “it’s your eyes, and I love those eyes, the way they stare straight through me.”
She smiles, rain trickling off her lips. “What about the first time you saw me?”
He tries to look away, but she guides his eyes back with a finger under his chin. “I’ve told you that story a thousand times.”
She leans in close, nudging his lips with hers, “Let me hear it for the 1,001st time”
He stares deep into her eyes, and is lost in the abyss of her pupil.
“I remember the exact moment, the scent in the air, the taste of summer on my tongue. Your dress kicked in the wind. It seemed like centuries ago, but it was only a year. I caught a glimpse of your face as you adjusted your sunglasses. From that moment I knew, I just knew that there wasn’t another girl like you. I could feel it in my bones. I had to say something, approach you at least. So I followed you—“
“Stalker,” she chimes in.
He chuckles, “you were on your way to class, so was I, but what luck, what dumb, blind straight of luck was it that we were headed to the same place. I clutched my books tight to my side, readjusting my pencil behind my ear as I sat down next to you. You looked so gorgeous; I just couldn’t believe that I could be so close to such an astonishingly attractive woman. I didn’t know what to say to you, how do you start a conversation with someone you haven’t me?”
“So you asked for a pencil,” she says with her smile growing wider.
“Who’s telling this story?” he replies as a smile blossoms on his face as well.
“Sorry.”
He nods, “So I asked you for a pencil and that’s how it all got started. How the laughter, the smiles, the hugs, the kisses, the forever…that’s how eternity started.”
She nods and leans in for a kiss, “Yes,” she kisses him, “that is how eternity started.” She kisses him once more.
She pulls back and looks into his eyes. Her hand slips down over the buttons of his shirt. Her fingertips slip over a bloody hole to the left of his heart. He coughs now and stares deeper into her eyes. “Eternity,” he mutters under his breath. Life begins to drain from his body. He slowly slumps into her arms.
Her tears mix with the rains around her as she clutches him close. His blood stains her shirt, soaking deep through the cloth.
She plants her lips on his head, burying her face in his hair; her sobs are muffled in the long strands. Her cries are uncontrollable now, without mercy she clutches his body and tries to squeeze the life back into him.
“Tell me again why you love me,” she murmurs between fits of sobbing, “please God let him tell me.”
