Post by aiden on Feb 7, 2009 21:13:50 GMT -5
I dreamt of her again...
She looked beautiful. Her skin was soft. Eyes bright as she looked at me. Her smile was radiant. There was no fear in her eyes, no depression weighing her down, she was happy. Just like she used to be. It was just me and her... laying together; being together. We were silent except for my soft breathing... she wasn't. There was no inhale or exhale, just Molly, happy in his arms.
I wouldn't let her go...
She looked at me, taking me in. She kissed me softly, I kissed her back, eyes open, watching her every move. I needed her. I missed her. I took a shaky hand and brushed it through her soft, golden hair. I began to tear up.
"I miss you, Molly."
She didn't answer. She just looked at him knowingly, and sadly. She was so beautiful.
I let my mind wander....
I was sitting on a picnic bench by a lake...the day I met Molly. She had been working me over, just trying to be friends. She was too pretty for that, so I made a date. She looked exceptional and I looked... happy. I laughed, made her laugh with me and took her on a second date after that one. She was perfect.
I blinked, and she was gone...
I shouted...no...screamed, begging for Molly to be with me again. Pleading. I cried, I choked on my own sobs. Pain tore through my entire body as I dreamt about being beaten over and over again, all I could hear were Molly's terrified screams. I felt helpless. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't defend her. I couldn't save her life.
I woke up in a cold sweat...What I would give...
To have her back in MY arms.
She looked beautiful. Her skin was soft. Eyes bright as she looked at me. Her smile was radiant. There was no fear in her eyes, no depression weighing her down, she was happy. Just like she used to be. It was just me and her... laying together; being together. We were silent except for my soft breathing... she wasn't. There was no inhale or exhale, just Molly, happy in his arms.
I wouldn't let her go...
She looked at me, taking me in. She kissed me softly, I kissed her back, eyes open, watching her every move. I needed her. I missed her. I took a shaky hand and brushed it through her soft, golden hair. I began to tear up.
"I miss you, Molly."
She didn't answer. She just looked at him knowingly, and sadly. She was so beautiful.
I let my mind wander....
I was sitting on a picnic bench by a lake...the day I met Molly. She had been working me over, just trying to be friends. She was too pretty for that, so I made a date. She looked exceptional and I looked... happy. I laughed, made her laugh with me and took her on a second date after that one. She was perfect.
I blinked, and she was gone...
I shouted...no...screamed, begging for Molly to be with me again. Pleading. I cried, I choked on my own sobs. Pain tore through my entire body as I dreamt about being beaten over and over again, all I could hear were Molly's terrified screams. I felt helpless. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't defend her. I couldn't save her life.
I woke up in a cold sweat...What I would give...
To have her back in MY arms.
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