Bella cried herself to
sleep, and finally Randy and I had a moment alone.
He rushed me, wrapping
his arms around me. The fear poured out
of him in tears and sobs.
I kissed him, my own
tears mixing with his as our cheeks brushed against each other.
How quickly the threat of
the end could come, ever present.
It hung over us, mocking
us, laughing at us as we tried to form a relationship.
We slip into my
bedroom. We make love, doing our best to
be quiet.
I feel ashamed to be
giving into my more carnal needs, as someone who was just given a death
sentence sleeps in the other room, but my body is no longer under the control
of my mind, but instead of my heart.
I was given more
time. Randy and I were given more
time.
I couldn’t waste it.
Especially now that his
name was above mine on the list.
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