9/23/11

Love's Promise
By Rhea Mishra


I’m scared he said staring into my eyes.
It wasn’t easy for him to admit this but his brown eyes seemed to melt with the fear that throttled him.
The fear that was pleading with me – to say something, say anything.
It crushed me to the core. I had to make it stop.
Everything will be fine I told him.
I took his hand, mine trembling.
He looked drowned.
Lost.
How do you know? How can you be so sure?
It was getting to him.
Terror turning to anger.
Close your eyes I told him.
Widening at first but they closed alright.
My right hand moved to his chest lingering over the place where a few inches below was his heart.
I could feel its rhythm with his every breathe.
What did I do? I asked him.
You put your hand on my chest.
Simple enough.
But your eyes are closed, you cant see. Challenges are often good for a person.
I felt it he said.
My hand moved to his cheek, my fingers reaching into his hair.
The same way, I told him, I feel everything will be alright. As long as we are together.
I promise.


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Just another 17-year old writing about things that may or may not be true. Is there a difference between lying and making stuff up? The answer is simple.