He coughed up blood and she wiped it off of his lips.
He squeezed her hand weakly and looked up at her. His vision was starting to fade.
(more) "You... stay.. with me" he choked on the words. Tears started to roll down his cheeks.
She nodded and lifted him into her. Hugging him tightly.
"I won't leave." His cheeks were cold against hers, his hands weren't as warm as they were before.
Minutes that felt like an eternity later as he breathed his last breath, she realized she had never learned his name. she closed his eyes as she laid him down.
"They're only food. I don't understand why you care so much about them." The stranger stepped out of the shadows, as he spat the words with disdain. "Humans.."
She shook her head "You were human once. They deserve a little comfort in death." She held out her arm for the man to take. "Now... I believe the Miller's are expecting us. Remember be polite when you refuse her pumpkin tart - She does get disappointed."
He sighed and looked at the corpse of the man she had killed. "I don't know why we bother."
You came to me while I was folding the cloths. You walked straight up to me. You were wearing your black slip. I remember thinking how beautiful you were. I remember smiling. I remember wondering why you were up(more) so early. I remember continuing to fold the cloths. Was I folding a shirt or boxer shorts when you said we needed to talk?
Your face was somber. Your eyes were serious and dull. You moved the pile of cloths so you could sit close to me. I could still smell the sleep on you. You smelled of vanilla and... You. I love your smell.
Do you remember what you said? I do. You said you just didn't want to be here any more. You said that this wasn't for you. You said you were going down the other road. I asked if you were taking your meds. That was the only thing I could think to ask. Because what you were saying was crazy. It was crazy!
You just sighed. I caught your sour breath one last time. And I knew deep within me that it was the last time. So I inhaled it. I sucked it in as if it was the last breath that I would ever take. And, My Sweet Girl, it still feels like it was. I just can't seem to breath without you.
Do you remember me asking you if you could feel my heart breaking? Do you remember you saying no? Do you remember me grabbing your face and holding it to mine? Do you remember me rubbing your cheek on my face so you could feel and taste my hot salty tears? Do you remember me asking, "Can you feel this?"
We're together under my sheets, pink jersey cotton broken up by a milk-white knee or brown shoulder, clashing with the red flannel button down caught up around my feet. My tank top is hanging from the knob on my underwear drawer and there are two pairs of jeans in(more) heaps on the floor but it is impossible for me to tell which are mine and which are hers without my glasses.
I woke up yesterday morning in another woman's bed and she left on a plane last night to marry a man I had never met. Lana promised me she would be back and I believe her but for now she hasn't called and I don't expect her to but I check my phone anyway.
Sydney reaches over me to check her phone, too. I don't know what she's running from but her warmth against my back feels like chamomile tea in a snowstorm and I don't care. I shift to look at her and she turns up half of her mouth in a smile. I wonder how long she's been crying, but instead I ask if she'd like coffee. It is 3:47am.
She shakes her head and finds my hand in hers. "I haven't slept," she whispers. "Stay with me." Last night we met at an airport bar and drunkenly fucked with the lights off. It took months to trust Lana enough to stay the night and I would have been gone today if I had anywhere to go. But here Sydney was, in my home, in my bed, the morning after, holding my hand, asking me to stay, to go back to sleep. Her smile was so sweet, her body so warm, how could I say no?(less)
"Stay with me Momma"! Probably the first sentence said by a toddler. Those tree word said by teachers explaining a
complex problem "Now stay with me on this one". A con artist talking to a prospective client. "Now stay with me on
this , it's the first step in yo(more)u becoming a millionaire"! It is
used frequently at the bed side of a dying parent or friend.
It is used by platoon leaders, scout masters, sales managers,
and of course lovers. And by mothers yelling at her child found by the police'" "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO STAY WITH ME"! Ok and thanks for staying with me.(less)
"Stay with me!" "Why my love? You've already grown up." "I'm afraid of the dark. The things prowling, the harsh outlines, the looming figures, they all hide there." "Why be afraid then, if these things are hiding? Besides, it's the lig(more)ht that should be feared. With the flick of a switch or a match struck, the dark is conquered. But light cannot be so easily tamed. It shows us all the terrible things in plain view, exposes every flaw in our character, makes the bad men seem all the more cruel. Make no mistake; the monsters hide in the light. (less)