Only Time
by Chaseher
Only Time
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This is not the first story i've ever written, but it is the first story I have ever published on the web for others to read. Feedback would be muchly appreciated!
Chase
23 days
10 hours
12 minutes
32 seconds and counting....
Life seems so simple when you break it down into small increments. A single day is worth 24 hours. 24 hours is worth 1440 minutes. 1440 minutes is worth 86,400 seconds, but what is time truly worth when the thing that matters most to you in your life is gone?
23 days
10 hours
13 minutes
32 seconds and counting....
What was she thinking as it happened? Was she scared? Did she close her eyes? Was she thinking of me? Did she know what she was leaving behind? No she couldn't have known because I never told her. I never told her I loved her. I never told her that when she sat on my bed in that beautiful yellow dress, the sight of her was almost enough to make me forget the death and destruction that had ripped my world in two.
I never told her that while she was gone to visit her dad that first summer I cried myself to sleep each night praying that she would remember me, her best friend, and return to me in the fall. I should have told her.
23 days
10 hours
16 minutes
32 seconds and counting since she fell from the heavens, like and angel with broken wings.
Is that where she is now, in heaven, finally at peace. Is she enjoying the sweet embrace of her mother as they dance through the sky lighting along the tops of clouds. I'll bet the sun will shine like a spotlight on her beautiful smile, illuminating her aqua eyes with a light so bright to look at her would make me weep. I hope that's where she is, it's what she deserves.
23 days
10 hours
18 minutes
32 seconds and counting...
She's here again...standing by the door watching me. I can't even look at her anymore without feeling like I'm cheating on her. In a way I guess I have been cheating on her with my thoughs...thoughts that wonder what it would have been like to wake up each morning beside the strength and beauty that is m...was my best friend.
As I lay here wrapped up in her blanket, my head resting on her pillow, I inhale the fading remnants of her scent.
23 days
10 hours
45 minutes
32 seconds and counting...
I'm selfish, I'm weak, but I can't do this without her. I can't spend every day wrapped up in what used to be. I have to move forward. I have to move with the hands of the clock instead of letting their ever present thrumming become my death knell.
23 days
10 hours
46 minutes
32 seconds
As I rise from my self imposed coffin of grief I slowly reach beneath her night stand and unplug the clock. It's numbers frozen in time like the vivid images in my mind of her final moments reminding me of what i've been doing, or rather what I should have been doing. Instead of adding up every minute here without her, I should be counting down till the time when she will be with me again.
It can be done.
I can do this.
After all, I have plenty of time!