This time they sat together beneath Rose's favorite tree, behind her house. She had purple shadows blooming under her eyes and she swayed on her feet. Today, she would tell Luca a story, too tired to ask any questions.
One day, there was a girl, she was tiny, only a speck in the universe, she loved the world, maybe not the people, but how the butterflies flew, the birds sang, the rain made mirrors on the street, and how the ocean rocked back and forth. She was quiet, only speaking when necessary, and their was pain in her bright eyes. She would run through the woods and to her favorite place, and then she would walk back, from the place she ran from. The little girl lived in a dark place, there was always screaming downstairs, but when she escaped, the world became bright again.
Luca asked, "What was that favorite place?"
Rose spoke, "Right where we are, but I think, now it is you, you may not be a place, but Luca, you make me smile, and think and forget about the things around me, just like this tree did, and I am so thankful that I get a few moments with you."
He pulled her a little closer.
YOU ARE READING
Delicate and Gone
Short StoryShe saw him in radiant shades, sharp edges and bright lights. He saw her as temporary, a second in an hour, small smiles, and different questions. They both knew it was fleeting, everything was.
