Falling In Love

7 - your eyes are like the moon

pair: poofless
word count: 666
theme: sadd??
note: i really need to write
sorry for inactivity
(mental health amiright)
i can't crush out sorry by justin bieber yet
350 words in and i am struggling man

"Babe, I was walking here today and on my way, you'll never guess what I saw, Preston. It was so crazy. There was this family stopped in the middle of the street and traffic was sort of weaving around their car. I didn't think much of it, like they probably stalled pr something. Mechanics, you know? But I was wrong. I took a closer look and I saw about thirty geese just– just sitting on their car. I had to do a double take. It was insane. They were squawking too. And today at work, I should tell you before I forget later, Mitch was there. You know Mitch. He waved me over and we had a long conversation. Mostly about you and me. Us," I paused to cough.

I took a deep breath and continued.

"He told me he saw you that night. I never knew about that. He told me about how you looked, all dressed up and ready. You were ready for it. You looked beautiful when I saw you that night. Your eyes were calm, a gentle expression on your face. God, your eyes Preston."

I took a pause and smiled fondly.

"Your eyes. The way they practically shimmered. The way they showed peace and how they reflected love. They were beautiful. Your eyes are like the moon, you know. Incredible. Stunning. So much more. My favourite feature about you. I love everything about you. Everything," I stopped myself. I was overwhelming myself.

"Back to Mitch," I started once more, "He gives his greetings darling. He's quite a nice man. He's gotten together with the new intern at the office. Jerome his name is. He's also quite nice. Wish you could meet him. Anyway. I was invited out for pizza today by a lady named Chelsea. I politely declined, though. Every Friday night I'm here and I could never change that. So she asked me why I wasn't able to go out. I told her about you. I tell almost everyone about you. You are pretty much a legend around here. Hear that babe? A legend."

I looked down and found a comfortable place to sit.

"I also ran into a problem the other day. The toilet stopped working. I couldn't figure out why. It's not like I took a huge shit or something. A plunger is not doing anything to make it work again. I wish you'd be able to fix it, but even so I know it's a lost cause. I'm going to have to call in the plumber tomorrow. Hopefully that won't take too long. I'd like to go to the library tomorrow night to read and maybe drink some tea. I almost feel like I'm coming down with something. My head is aching and I go through dizzy spells. I also feel like throwing up. Probably the flu.

"Anyhow, Preston. I was at the supermarket on Wednesday and the woman at the cash register, the one we used to always see, she asked about you. She said, 'Where's your brown haired companion? I haven't seen him in quite some time.'" I broke, hot tears running down my face as I reached out to the stone engraved with Preston Arsement 1995-2019.

"I told her Preston, I told her you died. And she," I sobbed, "She started crying. And she pulled me into a hug. And I cried. And come back to me. Come back Preston," I wailed.

"You were so young," I whispered. "I love you, how could you die on me?"

I was quiet for awhile. Seconds turned to minutes. I looked around the empty graveyard I sat in.

"I love you, Preston. I hope it's better for you up there. After all, you're my angel with eyes like the moon."