Pillow
559 Words
"W-who are you?" My voice shakes.
He comes closer to me, and I feel my heartbeat stop.
"Stop crying." His eyes look mad and intense. It's like two fires burning.
My tears didn't listen to him, they continue to fall. I feel my cheeks getting hot and my eyes feel like they're burning.
"I can't." my voice cracks. I continue to cry... and it's getting intense.
I don't know who he is, but it's funny because his presence is exactly what I need right now. My eyes seem to let the tears fall in front of him, knowing he's there, willing to catch every drop.
"I can't stop." My face gets heavy, probably because of the tears that carry all the burden, running down to my cheeks, I bury them into my cold and shaking hands. The tears are burning, my heart aching, and my soul hurting.
I cry... harder.
And then... he hugs me.
I gasp. The burning tears were no longer there, my heart calms down and my soul feels like its healing. All that... because of his hug. It was like some kind of magic... a spell.
His arms around me feel like heaven itself reaching for you, like the warm memories of a happy childhood I once had before, like how the moon embraces the night, and how the sunset touches the Earth's horizon. It's unexplainable, but... it feels closer to a miracle.
His shoulders feel like home, where I belong, where I should be, and I never want to leave this home.
His hug is a remedy, for the broken soul itself; my soul.
"I don't want to see you crying." his voice sounds sad like he's in deep pain too. His voice reflected the pain I have, and it made me think. Why? Who is he? Is hurting because of me?
I don't want him hurting. After all, I couldn't give him... the miracle he had just given to me because I'm hopeless.
"I'm s-sorry." I say, not crying anymore. I'm feeling his warmth touching my heart and reaching for my soul.
"If you're gonna cry..." he takes a deep breath. "Do it with me," he says. "I'll be your pillow."
He pulls away and cups my face. His fingers gently stroke the cheeks near my eyes which are covered in pain. I frown. I can't see him.
I want to see him.
"Let me see you," I tell him.
"Hush," he whispers closely against my lips.
He covers my eyes. He didn't let me see him.
Yet my heart still feels happy... the kind of happiness I never felt before.
And then I feel his touch on my cheeks lighten, his head falls to my shoulder. His arms never left me, and I don't want them to.
"You're too precious... to be hurt," he whispers, yet his voice sounds heavy. "I'll always be here."
I close my eyes and let myself listen to his voice. It sounds like a melody I will never get tired of listening to. If I were to give it a name, I would call it, 'Heaven's Melody.'
"You don't deserve... the burden you carry." his touch is melting me.
I fell asleep listening to his voice.
When I woke up, he was gone. All that was left was the pillow that I'm hugging and me... feeling empty.
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