phoenixforcexD
Active member
Finally In Your Arms
last chapter
You must be registered for see images
(
You must be registered for see links
,
You must be registered for see links
,
You must be registered for see links
,
You must be registered for see links
,
You must be registered for see links
and
You must be registered for see links
)I sniffled, turning my face into the hollow of his neck as rebellious tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. "I wish you didn't have to go," I whispered, closing my arms around his waist in a tight, possessive embrace. “I know," he replied softly, smoothing his hands across the planes of my back. "But I have to." "I know," I echoed with a sigh, pressing my lips together and swallowing hard over the lump on my throat. I closed my eyes, leaving this moment in my memory. It was easier to stay in the moment, to not think about what was ahead of us, to focus on how it felt to hold him close. "It's only for a little while," He murmured. “A few months – that's not so long, plus we can always message each other, every single day.” I nodded wordlessly against his chest, tears spilling over and slipping silently down my cheeks. Few months, measured objectively, weren’t long, but in my heart it felt like a lifetime. Somehow, I was going to have to deal with it.
He swept my hair over my shoulder, cupping his hand lightly over the neck, his thumb brushing across my cheek. His touches only served to make my tears flow faster. What am I going to do without you? I wondered anxiously, biting my bottom lip as I struggled to keep the sadness under control. He came to an abrupt halt when his thumb traced into my tears. He pulled away slightly, cupping my face gently as he peered down at me, his expression was of concern. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. My face flushed with the heat of shame and embarrassment. I never wanted him to see me cry and somehow, the fact that he was watching me cry only made me more upset. I sobbed well up in his chest. He clasped my shoulder, “I don’t want this to ever end…” I choked out. “Who says it has to?” he asked. I exhaled, my eyes rose to meet his. "It's not going to be easy," he warned, gathering me closer. "But it'll be worth it, we’ll make it work, I promise.”
That night I couldn’t sleep, it was his last night before going. Last night I got to cuddle with him, last time I got to wake up and see him. Although he was wake with me, it was silent, crickets could be heard. I looked over him; turning my head and seeing him look up at the ceiling. He looked back. We couldn’t find words, like our lips were glued. But instead we swiftly hugged each other. I held his neck firmly like I was going to fall into hot lava as he held my waist and brought me closer. Every time we wanted to say something it would be muttered. He fell asleep and once he did, I held his arms and gently put them back to his side. I didn’t want him to wake up from me crying.
He was going to leave in less than 30 minutes as we were at the Airport, waiting for that flight to just cancel. As the time ticked we sat on the cold bench from the first time we saw each other. The last few minutes to comfort each other, but the time just had to go fast today, as it only felt like 15 minutes. We walked to the flight departure holding hands. We looked at each other and kissed. Last kiss till who knows when. He handed me a piece of paper. “Read it when you get home okay?” I just nodded and kissed him again. “I’ll miss you”, I mumbled. “I’ll miss you too”, he replied as he walked away into the plane.
I missed him already, but I would deal…Like I tried dealing with everything else. I opened the little letter he wrote.
By the time you read this, we've already said goodbye and if you're reading this that means it wasn't for good. Leaving you has been one of the hardest things I've ever done. Even though I know, logically, objectively, that this is really just the beginning, that doesn't mean I'm not hurting like hell right now. I already miss you – holding you, kissing you, confiding in you, laughing with you. This has been the best summer of my life, and to think it wasn’t going to happen.
I think about all of the amazing things that have happened over these last years. I think about the first time we kissed, and the taste of your skin. I can’t wait for you to come to California. I think about seeing you on the beach, your hair blowing in the breeze, and that beautiful, carefree smile, turned up towards the sun. I think about your shoulders and stomach and legs and how amazing you look in black and you know it’s true. I’ve told you before. I think about holding hands underwater and swimming sideways. I think about those flat rocks just off the shore, where we'd sit and talk and kiss. I think about the storm we weather out, when you sit on my lap and let me hold you in my arms as the wind whip up the ocean into snarling waves.
I hope I've made your summer as memorable as you've made mine. I can't wait to see you again and hold you in my arms…
I sank down onto the mattress of my bed, fighting back another round of tears as I read – and re-read – the letter. It filled me with so many conflicting emotions – surprise, joy, happiness, longing, love, anxiety, and sadness. I read it over and over again, savouring each word, until his handwriting began to fade and blur together.
Long distance relationships are romantic and all but nothing compares to the exhilaration of having them in your arms…
He barely had time to turn around when I was running full speed towards him. I dropped my suitcase immediately and he caught me in his arms. Just like the last time. At this point I wasn't sure if I was laughing or crying or maybe both. I just held onto him for dear life.
"I missed you." I heard him whisper softly.
"I missed you too." I said against his chest.
It was my turn to visit.
